Time passes, often far too quickly.  Moments seem so abrupt, so brief, that my mind struggles to grasp them for keeps.  My knee spasms painfully, strained from inertia and contortion, but it fades as my lips press to the top of his head.  There is us, and there is time.  I cannot waste it.  I don’t know how much I have.  I tend to destroy, to ruin, to lose my grip on everything – from loved ones to my very sanity.  I’m losing it again.  I’m teetering on a precipice, an old truism.

I cling a little tighter, my heart frozen in fear.  Should I fall from grace, here with you, would you leave me too?

Day 207:  Galapagos – Smashing Pumpkins