The Sands of Time Scattered on the Floor
September 25, 2015 11:57pm CST
Lying on my bed, watching the sands slip through the hourglass, filling its floor as time marched on. Yet the call won't come and the clock won't stand still. He said he'd call me, he promised me he'd call. Was he with another girl? The thought invaded my mind as heartache pierced my chest. Was I stood up? It's impossible, it can't be... yet it was an hour past when he said he'd call. In a frustrated impulse I grabbed the pillow and sent it and the hourglass flying across the room, shattering it against the wall. Not wanting to see it, I threw my face into the sheets and let the tears flow. Against the wall there was a pile of sand, and the time of the hourglass was still. But that didn't mean that time would be kind enough to stop as well.
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26 Sep 15
Yes, and doesn't get worried until the phone call comes in soon after but he's not responding. Tragic events. I was inspired by a song I heard for the first time last night, and was listening while I wrote this. Fragma - Memory Then I went back and really listened to the lyrics and I can see why I wrote these.