Understand Me

Your time is running out. You have no earthy clue how privileged you are to not understand this. It is not a burden I wish on anyone—a burden it is, make know mistake. You know it, but you don’t understand it. You know you know it—but do you understand it. Every moment, every breath, every heartbeat, every exhale. The sands of the hourglass trickle beneath a vale you can’t touch. It’s right there in front of you. How do you not cherish it? How do you pretend that tomorrow is even real?