The Sands Of Time
Slipping Through Our Fingers
By JDPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Fingers gripping sand,
Slipping faster, tighter grip,
Closed and empty fist
About the Creator
JD
Hi, I'm a nonbinary disabled 23 year-old posting the writing I used to just kept to myself. Welcome to my dark little corner of the world.
-JD (They/He)
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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