The days feel like a fleeting eternity
Watching the sun carry us along
Like a stone caught in the flow of a river
Time slowly dissolving our bones
Sand slipping through the cracks of my fingers
I'm trying to hold on to something too small
A reason to keep going is fickle in this world
When just being alive isn't enough on its own.
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
The days feel like a fleeting eternity
Watching the sun carry us along
Like a stone caught in the flow of a river
Time slowly dissolving our bones
Sand slipping through the cracks of my fingers
I'm trying to hold on to something too small
A reason to keep going is fickle in this world
When just being alive isn't enough on its own.
