What do we do when the negative space between us forms the hourglass of Father Time? Do we move closer to make the sand flow faster? Do we move farther to erase the sand? Or do we grow apart to shatter Time altogether?

Is there no way to keep the sands from shifting? Is there no move that could still the grains and prevent our eyes from losing its lock from one another, or our hands from slipping away from its perfect grip?

What to do.


What to do.


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