I want to be there for you, honestly. But I can’t go anywhere when I’m not here for myself. I’ve been having a hard time dealing with things alone but pride keeps me away from living something that’s…
Seven hours sitting and counting minutes
As a child might count out baseball cards
Knowing each day I live, each moment I endure
I am no more secure in what I know to be true
I know it’s been said, often by writers or poets long dead
that wisdom builds upon itself like bricks
Like sands in an hourglass, slowly dropping down
But even on a day like this as seven hours pass
It’s a lesson I don’t want to learn.
I can shake my fists at heaven in a rage
Why so little time to burn?
Why so fickle a lesson taught?
Why must I obey this ticking cage?
How easy it is to curse the clock,
As though mocking me in regularity
How easy to give in to lethargy
As the lights give up the stage,
I am left only with words.
Such a poor defence before a judge long deaf
And each breath leaves us only closer to the end
Breathe, I tell myself, breathe deeply and with feeling
Fill those lungs with the wind of dreams
Hold each moment of these impenetrable seven hours,
As though I pulled the hands of a clock free
And no longer live by proxy
This is a useless post about the possibility of iPads having a 1TB flash chip. There are no rumors or sources to prove this will be a thing. But as Apple takes steps to allow the iPad to replace some…