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Crossed

by @silent-screams

A ticking clock sits crooked on the kitchen wall only to help us wave the seconds goodbye. Why did we stare at it everyday? It's the same routine just the next day. It becomes the next week, the next month,  then the next year. The seconds go by with many desolute moments and many cringe worthy processes. Where does all this time go while it crushes our dreams, destroys our ambitions, as we sip on a pina colada on a beach to nowhere Is it 5 o'clock somewhere? Feels like midnight though with a full moon crossing over with rainclouds that are beckoning to be heard. Time didn't stand still for those thunderstorms in our bedrooms, but we did welcome them in. Glancing back at the clock on the wall, the essence of time keeps going. We cannot retreive those lost seconds until we capture the moments we have together.
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Mar 29, 2025
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