Fading


I’m nothing but a number of days. A few hours, some minutes, a handful of second. With each passing one, a part of me fades away. Never to return.

Ever.

The hands of the clock tick on steadily, going around in circles. They pass by the same numbers, but each time is different.

Time.

That precious friend. That greatest enemy. So infinite yet very limited. All mine, yet all yours.

Mine.

All the days, hours, minutes and seconds. And all that I want to do with them. Everything and anything; and yet, nothing at all.

Nothing.

Completely empty. Completely useless. Darkness. Disappearing into even more nothingness.

Fading.

(Inspired by Al-Basri and one of my bosses)