Time is all I have (23rd of July 2012)

Time is all I have. Afternoon light gets dimmer. Pencil scrapes the surface of a rough watercolor paper. 300 g. She sleeps.

Time is all I have. That is why I don't have time for time without love. I move my leg. I feel blood rushing to my veins, tingling and slight pain. Colors on the palette are already dry. She sleeps.

Time is all I have. I don't know what I should be doing with it, but I very well know what I shouldn't be doing. That is one of the advantages of getting old. Colors are running on the paper. I quickly get up and I search for paper towels. I run back to soak it up before it penetrates the paper. Time is all I have.
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Last updated on 23rd of July 2012.