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Jul 2014
She walked inside a dazzling white room,
unsure of how she got there.
In front of her sat
a small, black, table.
It's bold contrast
made the room seem less blinding.
On top of that table
stood a golden contraption.
Filled with stunning white sand.
It was beautiful and unique,
yet she did not know it controlled
something so important.
That beautiful thing
was an hour glass,
it was her hour glass,
and she saw how long she had.
She watched as the sand dropped slowly
into the bottom.
She believed she had much time
to achieve all she wanted.
Just as she was about to leave the white room
the sand started to fall faster
and her heart dropped.
The pile of sand at the bottom
became larger,
and there was less at the top.
Each single grain of sand that fell
struck a chord so deep within her soul,
that she flinched,
as if the fangs of lost time sunk into her skin.
The pure, white sand,
that seemed so beautiful,
turned brown as it decayed.
The white walls lost their shine,
and they they became a dingy yellow
as they crumbled to the floor.
She looked at her hands,
they were covered in wrinkles,
and brittle like dead branches during winter
laden with heavy snow,
threatening to crack,
and fall to the ground.
She placed a weak hand on her face,
to feel the grooves on her forehead,
that would never relax.
The small wooden table started to fall apart,
but the hour glass stayed golden and upright.
Nothing was going to stop time.
She walked painfully slow
towards the hour glass,
she tried to turn it around
but it was stuck.
She watched as the sand dwindled to almost nothing.
Rage blazed in her heart,
she could not afford to die now,
there was too much that she would lose.
She grabbed a piece of the now broken table,
it was once as bold as she was,
and now it was a withering mess
of dark splinters.
She gripped the piece
and she smashed the hour glass
into little fragments,
that glittered all over the floor.
Time had frozen.
The last grain of sand was floating in mid air
above the pile of lost time.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew that this couldn't be her end,
it had to be destroyed
so she could live,
maybe even forever.
She turned and started to walk away,
but she didn't notice
that the one, brown piece of sand
fell slowly to the bottom
and landed gently on the pile.
She fell to the floor
as agony consumed her.
The light slowly faded from her eyes
and she lay there in the dingy, withering room,
her mind no longer connected
to her cold body.

Time is the only constant.
Breaking the hour glass would never change that.
Tatiana
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Tatiana  26/F/in a lighthouse
(26/F/in a lighthouse)   
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