I scream my fears at the page, its blank surface soaks up the ink of my doubts, it absorbs my rage, it gives nothing back, its gift is the place where I ease the weight of these burdens I have chosen to carry
Author: zpotter
Racing Time
I have faced what looms - come to terms with its possibilities - I have accepted what my come - it will come to us all in time - still, I feel its weight, an impossible boulder carried between the shoulder blades weighing us down in our race against Time; it is a race we cannot win, even so, I would have you run with me, a few more miles, please