Time doesn’t weigh much — even when you’re fed
every second of it. Food for thought piles up like
leftovers, a full plate of ideas you never quite digest.
We serve our dreams once they wake, laid bare beneath
an open space —hoping stars will shine back on what
we once believed in. But from a distance, everything
looks so harmless — get close enough, and it burns
through our skin. _Dreams, truth, love_ — they all come
with scorch marks when held too long.
Time steals slow, but mistakes move fast. You step
wrong and feel it instantly — unless your pride is
a glass slipper, and you’re too _enchanted_ to feel the
crack. Because it’s one thing to know what you’re
not — you’re not a clock spinning past reason,
you’re flesh and fatigue, and this life… it winds down.
A broken clock still gets it right twice a day — but a
broken person has __twice the time__ to bury themselves
or choose to rise and __heal__.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 7:50 AM UTC
Time doesn’t weigh much — even when you’re fed
every second of it. Food for thought piles up like
leftovers, a full plate of ideas you never quite digest.
We serve our dreams once they wake, laid bare beneath
an open space —hoping stars will shine back on what
we once believed in. But from a distance, everything
looks so harmless — get close enough, and it burns
through our skin. _Dreams, truth, love_ — they all come
with scorch marks when held too long.
Time steals slow, but mistakes move fast. You step
wrong and feel it instantly — unless your pride is
a glass slipper, and you’re too _enchanted_ to feel the
crack. Because it’s one thing to know what you’re
not — you’re not a clock spinning past reason,
you’re flesh and fatigue, and this life… it winds down.
A broken clock still gets it right twice a day — but a
broken person has __twice the time__ to bury themselves
or choose to rise and __heal__.
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