tick tock…tick tock…tick tock the sand trickle through the hourglass time flowing in a constant stream one grain at a time tick tock…tick tock the hours of my life drip ebbing away in the wait tick tock I have waited for her quiet words spoken to no one whispers on the breeze and now the sands have stopped the hours frozen in place golden grains held fast held in bones of glass ©️ Emma Steel
I love the visual and the comparison of an hour glass with bones of glass. So creative. :)
I think we all reach that point where time seems to stand still, our lives on hold.
It often happens to me after a breakup when I am unsure which direction life is going to take now, frozen in place until that resolves itself.
I love the visual and the comparison of an hour glass with bones of glass. So creative. :)
I think we all reach that point where time seems to stand still, our lives on hold.
It often happens to me after a breakup when I am unsure which direction life is going to take now, frozen in place until that resolves itself.