Like an hourglass—sands moves too slowly when you want it to speed—too quickly
When you need more time
Time is here—now—in this moment—in this place
Time has stopped—suspended—I’m stalled in time. I can’t go back—I cannot move
Forward. It is as if Steve died this moment and this moment will never end.
I’m frozen in the moment—when will the thaw begin?
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