the more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we can see through it.
pity much.

though i know i should not.
can't resist.
its just there.
that slight ache.
comes once in a while.
not as often.
but still lingers.

why.
that's not a question.
almost there.
almost let go.
almost forsaken.
just like any other,
too weak.

heart work