The moments are slipping through my fingertips, steadily running past the cracks I cannot fill. The stream quickens when my grip slacks and if I'm not careful I'll wind up empty handed. We hold the liquid of life in our very own hands. Though I cannot stop its constant dripping, I can seize the experience.
Today I will relish the texture and absorb the colour.
My fingers will paint the rainbow with every touch.
I embrace the splattering mess; covering everything in a magic.
The dark and light fuse, accentuating each other beautifully.
No, I will not let go, nor sit idly by.
I choose to bask in the beauty.
you're very talented at writing. you should write a book, not me XD
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