The Clock is Still Ticking Way Too Fast

Time is something that I write and talk a lot about. It is, in many cases, the enemy. It is a living, ticking and controlling thing that we can’t get enough of.

My Boulder, My Memories, My Stupid Dream

I wonder if grief is the same for everyone. I should back up here and let you know that I have moved past the grief. It has become clear to me that others have not and this is bothering me and causing me to feel sad. Not sad all of the time, but sad when I see that they are stuck. Sad because I don’t know what to do at this point.