Hot minute
Time passes so slow
I can hear the wings of butterflies.
Seconds ticking past,
each one moves me closer to an end I cannot see.
It gets closer and faster.
Around and around,
Dizzying moments twirl me in a dervish frenzy.
I’ve missed years watching the second hand.
I identify with that ending. Nicely written!
Wow- love the thought of hearing the wings of butterflies.