My Countdown With You
Ten...
There is so long left before the end. It is almost an incomprehensible moment. The end is so far that we just live our lives, we almost don't have a sense of the time rushing by.
Nine...
The first number ticking on by and we scoff. Not even the undeniable loss of one can make us take a step back and let things sink in. We keep running like we will never get tired.
Eight...
For once we all feel the first signs of our loss. Not that we have already lost, but that loss is on the way. The loss of time, youth, and happiness. We live harder, faster, quit relaxing because we know that soon will come-
Seven...
Where did this come from? I remember looking at Nine and laughing. Now I look at seven with a slight smile and a hidden thought of hatred for the impending emptiness. This is troubling.
Six...
The time is ticking so quickly it seems to be a constant fluid movement from what we want to what we fear. We barely catch our breath before-
Five...
Halfway with less than half of what we want already done. Our eyes widen and we cant quit watching. Our lives are now train wrecks, and we cry. We dont have much longer it seems. My bones begin to ache even as I hear the clock begins to move again.
Four...
There isnt much more left on the top of my head. The hair is gone, the memories of ten are gone, the memories of nine are fantasy, the fantasy of eight laughable. But hey, at least I enjoy laughing during the stress of feeling this happening.
Three...
Three and I am finally done doing those things I used to. I just want to read and snuggle with you. We are content in this time, arent we? I see it in your eyes every day you wake up, the gratefulness for another segment not ticking by in our sleep. But your getting weaker.
Two...
This morning I woke up and you didn't. I shook you and you shook your head without knowing it. The room went cold and my heart broke. The rest went by in a rush of tears and sympathy and lemonade.
One...
I felt it like you did during three. The misinterpreted eyes of three are now in my own sockets. It isn't gratefulness, it's the first feeling of contentment since Ten. I am now in a state that I was in in the beginning. Full circle and weary of the road I have been walking, I awake without opening my eyes. I hear a tick and see the light. Your light is brighter than even before. I missed you. Its been since Two, and it feels like an eternity...I guess we will have a chance to determine if that is true....So Smile
Home...
There is so long left before the end. It is almost an incomprehensible moment. The end is so far that we just live our lives, we almost don't have a sense of the time rushing by.
Nine...
The first number ticking on by and we scoff. Not even the undeniable loss of one can make us take a step back and let things sink in. We keep running like we will never get tired.
Eight...
For once we all feel the first signs of our loss. Not that we have already lost, but that loss is on the way. The loss of time, youth, and happiness. We live harder, faster, quit relaxing because we know that soon will come-
Seven...
Where did this come from? I remember looking at Nine and laughing. Now I look at seven with a slight smile and a hidden thought of hatred for the impending emptiness. This is troubling.
Six...
The time is ticking so quickly it seems to be a constant fluid movement from what we want to what we fear. We barely catch our breath before-
Five...
Halfway with less than half of what we want already done. Our eyes widen and we cant quit watching. Our lives are now train wrecks, and we cry. We dont have much longer it seems. My bones begin to ache even as I hear the clock begins to move again.
Four...
There isnt much more left on the top of my head. The hair is gone, the memories of ten are gone, the memories of nine are fantasy, the fantasy of eight laughable. But hey, at least I enjoy laughing during the stress of feeling this happening.
Three...
Three and I am finally done doing those things I used to. I just want to read and snuggle with you. We are content in this time, arent we? I see it in your eyes every day you wake up, the gratefulness for another segment not ticking by in our sleep. But your getting weaker.
Two...
This morning I woke up and you didn't. I shook you and you shook your head without knowing it. The room went cold and my heart broke. The rest went by in a rush of tears and sympathy and lemonade.
One...
I felt it like you did during three. The misinterpreted eyes of three are now in my own sockets. It isn't gratefulness, it's the first feeling of contentment since Ten. I am now in a state that I was in in the beginning. Full circle and weary of the road I have been walking, I awake without opening my eyes. I hear a tick and see the light. Your light is brighter than even before. I missed you. Its been since Two, and it feels like an eternity...I guess we will have a chance to determine if that is true....So Smile
Home...