Day 16 poem: July 19
second hand spins
a blur
a blip
they say as you approach
the speed of light
you stop aging
what does that mean
if time feels it’s
moving so fast?
am I racing?
or am I slowing?
second hand spins
a blur
a blip
they say as you approach
the speed of light
you stop aging
what does that mean
if time feels it’s
moving so fast?
am I racing?
or am I slowing?