by Abbi Erbacher

It saddens me when bearable days go by too quickly

It saddens me when unbearable days go by even faster

As they pass, it feels as if I’m only losing my years. It consumes me.

Thoughts about my last days being spent in a purgatory, devoid of time. How many chapters of my life have passed me by while I stood behind a cash register? Waiting for the hours to move faster. I regret wishing they moved faster. The tension between myself and that door is what lies between me and the life I wish I led.

But for now, I’ll just sit and panic about my inability to discern between hours and minutes.

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