TIME IS FRAGILE
The thought that we constantly need oxygen is scary. It reminds me of how fragile we are. In a couple of seconds, life can so easily be snuffed out because of our body needs to breathe. When we know this, what we touch and what we remember seems to make everything fragile. Like I wouldn’t have thought that this time last year everyone’s life would change. I’m thinking four, five years back when I thought life wasn’t moving fast enough but now I understand what a true standstill is. It’s winter here, and the world I can see is so far away. I know the feeling of being so close to the one thing you want but it evades me before I even realise it’s gone. Winter is terrifying, because it is so silent and harrowing. We live lives that seem like we’re frozen by the ice-cold chill. I’m dying inside but I wonder if they can even hear me. They tell you to never take the things you have for granted, and now I realise I committed a great sin. To underestimate time, I played with my chances and now time is fragile. My eyes are in sync with my heartbeat and I can feel the pain flowing from you like a tidal wave. What I would give for a summer night.