Hi there! This is a short piece that I wrote this afternoon that I hope you enjoy!
“It’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
But do you? Do you have time to spare? Can’t you feel it slipping like blood through your fingers, desperately trying to stem the tide of seconds, hold on to moments that are too quickly lost, dam the spring of minutes that runs down the hillside of your life and out into the sea of eternity? Can’t you tell that the imprint that you leave on this world is nothing more than red droplets in an endless ocean, scattered at your feet as you desperately try to hold them to your chest and make them last forever and a day? What time you have is finite, precious, invaluable, and you would waste it listening to this long story?
No one cares about your cat Dave.