There will be time.

"The years have been short but the days were long."

Time. How can you go so fast and so slow, all at once?

During our afternoons and evenings, hours seems to rush by as though they were a fraction of a second. We don't even notice for how long we have been there.

But while we long for our hearts to beat together, those same hours hours can be counted with precision. The clock becomes sluggish; every microscopic grain of sand can be seen clearly, sliding and bumping over each other, diving into space, slowly joining the growing heap of moments wasted, alone, with your haunting eyes branded behind mine.

We have the same disease, of wanting more. I want to fit all of you in my mouth, inject your body and your soul into my system, every day and every night.