I’m back!

Time moves so slowly, or so I tell myself, yet it vanishes so quickly I hardly notice its retreat. The days stretch out, heavy and unremarkable, like endless gray skies, and I convince myself there will always be more—another tomorrow to do what I didn’t today. But then I look back, and the months are gone, the years have slipped through my fingers like fine sand, leaving only the faintest trace of their passing. I don’t remember losing them; I didn’t hear the clock whisper its warnings or feel the days unravel. They left quietly, unnoticed, while I lived in the haze of routine, waiting for a moment that never announced itself. And now, standing here, I can’t help but wonder—how much more of it will vanish before I realize it’s all gone?