The days go by fast, or not fast enough. We look forward to things, like the New Years, we dread things like medical procedures. Wishing for life to speed up and slow down all at the same time. Wanting more time with loved ones, less time at work.
Feeling emotions deep and with extreme passion. Seeing beauty in the sky and trees, the birds that sing even on a cold winter day, but winter is almost upon us, officially it is still 11 days away. Then Christmas, in 2020.
Holding hands across the table, support, everything is going to be alright. Tears do not fall, brave mask is in place. Block the deep things. Holding on, wanting to let go and run, drive, exit stage right. The Big bird has attacked again, taking this young innocent girl far far away.
Outside, car doors slam, there is space, a lot of space. There is time slipping through these hands, tick tock, from the old wall clock. Another day passed by.