I'm getting a better understanding of what life is like at 1:30 AM— 3:30 AM— 5 AM. At least what it's like between the warmth of the bed covers and the shriveling cold of porcelain. Between those stumbling adventures, comes a lot of time spent staring into the darkness of what if, what was and what might be. Wrestling with those decisions made, the paths taken, and wondering where the paths not taken might have led. Now that I've reached a certain age, I've become aware of each breath and the sigh of relief that comes in knowing that the last one was not—the last one. It seems that each minute slides by just a bit faster than the one before it. I know that I can't afford to waste a single one.

seconds steal away
til they become a lifetime—
how quick they escape