Time
She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can’t do anything about it. Every second of every day, ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it’s too late. She realizes it’s hopeless, "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless." she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can’t do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating her for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. Or maybe, it will make it worse.
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