The Sands Of Time

Each spec comes screaming down casting away yet another moment, cruelly teasing my very existence. I cannot seem to find the strength to look away, yet I feel my sanity slipping with each grains departure and landing. A bittersweet hate, for I loathe each spec for their lack of hustle and hope they remember the pace at which they began, for I would love them to take it easy later on. Oh how they taunt me, they begin their journey, each of them, and take one look at the sparkle in my eye and stall as long as they can, greeting each friend, acquaintance and stranger as if they were family long lost. Some moments seem so long I swear they are moving in reverse, hiking backward through time itself only to delay the desires of my heart and soul. Half way there, yet half still to go and it only seems to get harder with every passing… spec. I beg them, plead my case.. I even try to reason with them the importance of their haste and all they can do is hang on a moment longer than the last, each of them, mocking me as long as momentarily possible. I give them a flick, a tap here and there but nothing seems to work, only I worsen my situation by slowing them down even more, giving them something to glare at and mouth off to. Why must each spec torture me so, why must you remind me with every passing moment that I am here and she is not? Why must you hurry our time together and seemingly lengthen our time apart? Every moment away from her feels like an eternity of torture, an everlasting damnation. All the while you cackle and taunt, constantly reminding me of how few grains I have to spend with her. With each turn of the hourglass I find a step of hope, guiding me toward the hazel at the end of my rainbow. Collectively leading up to the moment I am whole again, where my soul is reunited with its other half, and once together we turn the hourglass on its side, negating its power and enjoying forever, dancing in the Sands of Time.

Reviews

[M.J.Grace]

i love this, i can totally relate to "taping on the hour glass" time never moves the right speed.

[Omegax45]

This is very sad and very deep. Nicely done with the use of the hourglass and its meaning. Thank you for sharing.