Documenting the moments:
the coincidences and near misses,
the magic and the madness,
the monotonous and the mundane.
Every minute a memory in the next,
every hope everyday once it’s realised,
every day a riddle to be solved.
The shape of time flexing to fit the space it’s in —
only spending as much as one has,
escapes the confines of cupped palms.
Overflowing until it isn’t.
Running until it’s not.
No two seconds the same.