Dear time,

please stop


every single morning
i observe your moments passing round my eyes
i hear the seconds ticking away next to my mouth
i watch the hours hiding in the shadow of my neck

i am half past gone

a quarter after midnight
sleepless
when the night is still young
compared to me

i develop a tendency to forget things
numbers, dates, faces

i discover that i am suddenly fond of cats


7:04 π.μ.



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