time


I grasp at it unconsciously

gasping

exasperated

out of breath

hands holding my head backwards

I jut my chin out, trying to pry my head out of grasp

my arms extend outwards, my fingers menacingly contorted into claws

every time that it seems as though I have reached it

it slips through my fingers

golden sand grains sliding away

slipping down the well and into the corner of my mind

where it can sit and taunt me

just out of reach


I sob

reaching inward

trying to extract it

I just need to get ahold of it


time