escapril day 4: anxiety
I wonder if time is walking or running
Does it bruise, does it splinter?
Does it rupture, does it split?
Time is a silent nagger (or loud)
Ticking on my bedside table (but only in the quiet)
My heart beats faster than time will tick
I fear living life too quickly
And not living it quickly enough.
Will my dreams outrun my numbered days?
Will I not climb the mountain before it’s too late?
I cannot outrun time
But is time only running if I am?