“I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Standing here, heartbeat racing,
Or if I’m running faster than time
Going nowhere but always rushing.
The fog haunts my days as I can’t erase
The fact that I’m not moving
And stillness isn’t amusing
Whilst through my fingers time keeps slipping.
I had made a promise that I would fight this feeling –
No longer letting the sand in the hourglass intimidate me,
Putting an end to the judgmental thoughts I keep on pouring
So not to become the enemy in the mirror staring back at me…”
Ana.
Previously, on the quest of carving time on a blank page: Time | Time (II)
It Takes Courage... And lots of Chocolate 
That second stanza was perfect. Good piece of writing Ana.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! So happy you liked it!! Means a lot! Thanks for reading 🙂
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I actually felt anxious as I read this.
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Oh my, I’m not really sure that’s a good thing! Thank you so much for reading!
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No! It was pretty exciting 🙂
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Good then, I’m relieved! ahah Thank you so very much! It means a lot to know you liked it 🙂
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