Time seems to slip quietly past me. Not in any noticeable way. Slowly one second steps out of line and fades into the background noise.
Sitting here, thinking away the seconds as if they are a renewable source of energy. Trying to focus on what needs to be done. On life, work, on the things all around me.
I can focus! I will focus! For a moment or two. A handful of seconds really. Yet then, like before, my thoughts are transposed back onto your face.
Once again, there go the seconds – falling out of rank.