TIME PASSES
TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE.
EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches
like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly,
in strange lurches and dragging lulls,
but pass it does.
…
…
…
Even for me.
new moon, the twilight series, chapter 4
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