Time
I desperately reach out towards an illusion that I will never come to truly hold. Only in that moment do I begin to realize the futility of my actions. I lament the passage of time; always counting down the hours, the minutes, and the last seconds until my final breath. I lie broken and haunted by empty days, unfinished words, unfulfilled promises, missed opportunities, and lost moments. In the end all that I have come to hold are the memories of endless possibilities and regret.