What do we find in those lost hours? What do we seek? There is no land left to conquer. No ocean that divides us. Nothing except time. And even that seems to slip through the spaces and cracks. Ticking away until there is nothing left. And yet we hold on. Taking each precious moment and making it last as long as we can, before letting it go. It drifts like a spark rising into the night before it is slowly extinguished by the dark. How we long for that lost time. Reaching for it and hoping we don’t get burned.
Image: Hourglass Nebula, no claim