Waiting for Hibernation · 1:17am Oct 24th, 2020
I move too slow for time. It will not listen, it will not yield
My feet drag behind me in the cleft of weaving moments. Time can not listen, Time cannot yield.
I shout my frustration, condemning each future or past moment with one of my present.
Time has no ears. Time has no blame.
Happy Filthy Friday~.