except that, the box that contains your time has a hole at the bottom, so your time keep goes out."
i like this idea; time, in a box with a hole.
Margaret Atwood sure is brilliant with words.
this is exactly what i feel most of the time.
like holding the time, which i claimed and thought to be mine,
holding it carefully and sometimes i feel like i just dont have enough O2,
for trying hard to hold the box and cover the hole at the same time.
And sometimes the hole seems to be larger and its totally exhausting to move on.
Like now, tell me, when exactly the calendar turned to February's page?
How come I didn't relieze it...//
**phrase reflected from Oryx and Crake by M.Atwood ^^.