Martyrdom to Time
A man uses his time to his advantage.
Code is everywhere. All of the time frittered away at looking into store windows didn’t bother him. He didn’t think it was a problem. He didn’t see himself as a potential candidate for being part of martyrdom to time. He instead relished the hours of waste that he saw fly by like blackbirds.
He wasted his time with creativity. It was as if he were training himself to be resilient against the seconds, minutes, and hours that made up the day. He reached out his hand and it turned to sand. An hourglass filled to the bottom. Joy came when he did this.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have an audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
S.S.
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