I go to bed every night terrified thinking it’s one day closer to an eventual death.
I go to bed every night happy thinking it’s one more day of lasting this long to live.
Another day spent to decide to what to become to be.
Another day wasted from postponing what you can be.
Time, Life, and Death
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
I, You, and Yourself.
Arms twist, gears click
Three objects from a singular window
Two points of reference
A solitary angle of incidence