Time flies by and it terrifies me as I cling to this place like a leaf on a tree, with the wind blowing loud and so threateningly. I beg my God to let me stay where I am and to please keep the cruel world at bay. I fear each dusk and the loss of warm light as it symbolizes more than just the coming of the night; it means that the clock is letting time pass instead of reaching out its hands to my own that grasp desperately for the security of knowing my life won’t just pass right by me. My only wish is for those I love to stay forever instead of flying away with the doves that soar above so mockingly with all their false promises of peace expecting me to show my palms in release of the need of control and acceptance of defeat.
Love of my life
