Time. It’s something humans are always concerned with. It ticks and tocks away and days fly by like miles in a race car. At least for normal people.
By Chelsea Ann6 years ago in Poets
We lay under the same covers- The ones from last night, and the almost 365 nights before this one. But whose counting? Oh yeah... me.
Shadows of Yellow and Red danced across a pale blue sky. Music I swore I'd heard once, but couldn't recall where. A calming realization, soothing my body... like sleeping on a rainy Sunday morning.