lately I find myself, panicked at the thought that there isn't enough time. not enough time to do everything I'd thought I'd do. not enough time for everything I haven't thought of doing yet. not enough time to fix the things I left undone.
what is this sense, that the universe is slowly escaping me? every breath stolen from between my lips, each second being swept away from under my feet. the world seems unstable, and I with it. unsure of each move, uncertain of each step. everything seems a gamble, borrowed from a bank of time lost.
I'm afraid.
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