Literature
Chronicle
Calendar days and the X’s exist like hourglass grains even if you never cross them off, never mark their passing to countdown your fade and slip as the damages build and build, threatening to wash you away under their weight, under their insistence that erosion occurs to us all regardless of the stones and friends we cling to, and hope for, as we watch them dissolve away beneath our fingers like so much wasted breath and wasted years- so let them go, maybe its time to say goodbye.
