hourglass

scratches on the glass
on the border of another world
where everyone is alike
and one by one
they all fall
into another chasm
of darkness

drop by drop
another moment passes
in a blink of an eye

the sands of time
have been scattered by the wind
washed by the ocean
and bathed in the moonlight
but where have you gone?

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FROM THE DESK OF THE MENTAL PICKLE:

...i must’ve jumped into the deep end of the pool and hit my head to write this -.-