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T O

The days have begun to fade,
They each drip into one another like water in a bath tub,
Dissapearing into the water until one day they will flow over the edge and spill onto the hard floor,
Soaking the towels i had placed to reduce the damage left behind before I could stop the faucet.
One day my faucet will stop.
Some day my faucet will drip its last drop and everything will fall along with it.
One day my bathtub will either be left empty or it will overflow, until someone drains them, each one slipping into the ocean where they will eventually be forgotten.
The days have begun to fade.
And as i watch the clouds bend, but not quite break, I feel the pit in my stomach grow until my whole body becomes numb.
The days have slipped through my fingers like sand and all thats left is the few grains I have got to give.
The sky has begun to dissapate.
And I'm afraid i have begun to lose my color too.

10/21/18