2 Hours

This is all the time I have.
The rest of my time is stolen away.
I am timeless.
I am a half-life, half-asleep,
blog-posting through a blur of fatigue.
My edges are unclear.
My face a smear
as I slide down the glass
looking out at those with lives.
Wondering how they capture time
and make it bend.

By Suzy Shipman

I like to take photos and write words ...