Time

Time trickled over my body, so slow it went unnoticed till a time that no mirrors reflection stood recognised. A kids hand turned to a mans instantly. Pools lay at my feet, a portal to a life I should have had, a life too perfect.

Dreams lay echoed throughout each puddle. Ideas that were meant to be broken, instead each larger than the rest, an army of unfinished promises stood tall like statues, monuments to a god-like ego.