The worst feeling in the world is
when you wake up and a cold bolt runs straight through you.
It's after you look at the clock,
and the glaring digital eyes scorn you.
You can try to apologize,
but that will never reverse the crime you've committed.
Go ahead, try to say to yourself that you can find more,
that somewhere in your day you can reknit the fabric of time.
But it's like being attached to a sinking anchor,
as you are dragged further underneath.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wasting time
Posted by Sarah at 10:10 AM
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