Farewells and hellos

So, time moves forward

Periphery changes

Hot days turn into cold days

Seemingly like molasses

I barely budge

Tiptoe toward the edge

Hang onto the lip

And slowly edge into the future

A bleak, cold front

I’m drawn forward

Always forward

Slowly, so slowly

I’m barely going


Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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