how long

Seconds, minutes, hours. Passing, going by in a breeze, riding on a single wind. But do they represent? Are they time until my life will end without you?
Or time desiring our accidental touches, hands brushing each other’s, while running to our seats before the bell sounds.
Or maybe it’s the amount of time I will be able to see him, that bright cheery face, always smiling, so confident in himself.
My time’s running out every second I think of him, one more week, then he’ll vanish from my world like a balloon heading for space. Never to be seen again, unless fate was meant to be between us. I will see him in the forever lasting 2 mounts of summer vacation.
Whatever reason it is, my time’s running out, and I need to accept that.

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1. how long

Seconds, minutes, hours. Passing, going by in a breeze, riding on a single wind. But do they represent? Are they time until my life will end without you?

Or time desiring our accidental touches, hands brushing each other’s, while running to our seats before the bell sounds.

Or maybe it’s the amount of time I will be able to see him, that bright cheery face, always smiling, so confident in himself.

My time’s running out every second I think of him, one more week, then he’ll vanish from my world like a balloon heading for space. Never to be seen again, unless fate was meant to be between us. I will see him in the forever lasting 2 mounts of summer vacation.

Whatever reason it is, my time’s running out, and I need to accept that.          

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