Counting - May 29, 2000

They say that one must die
a thousand deaths
to live a life.

And so I count;
I have died a thousand days
for every hour
that I lived.

And I have learnt
to treasure every memory
as the days pass
for time is fleeting
and loss
unexpected.

And the words run
like drops on a page
dripping red and black
against white
only to blur at the end.

-title by KS

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