time aches and haunts and fills and empties all at the same time.
it all seems as stolen moments, the unending pull and tug forward.
the madness of the days as they circle on and on with a momentum we cannot ease up or lessen.
we are all on borrowed time.
the days rush past and slow for noone or anything.
there is a frenzy to take it all in before it’s our curtain call.
a love forever chasing us as we chase it.
human to human.
here we are.
we have now.