What are days,
but mere moments of time
cascading themselves into the memories of the past?
Saying or doing.
Making action into reaction.
Suffocating on life,
draining human will power.
Counting the minutes that
stab through your spine, like waves
of an acid frenzy on a bad trip.
Points in time that you will never again see,
unless you catch it at the right moment,
bottle it up to use on another day.