Life In Real Time
Carrying its weight feels, at times, like I’m drowning.
Well, not drowning, really. More like a slow grind, maybe like geology, where I, in time, will become just bits and pieces, dust.
I figure that’s OK by me. Penance for my sins.
Keeping this secret.
Holding it tight.
Knowing we’ll never be able to come out of its inky shadow.