The hidden vanishing point,
the unreachable horizon
that her doubtful pupils keep searching.
The tiny, little thoughts
clouding her mind,
stealing her clarity
while they run unbounded.
The what ifs
one after the other,
like the tick of a clock
one second, two seconds, three seconds.
Time being surreal
opening up to possibilities
like the branches of a tree
like the waves in the ocean.
The stiffness and soreness
running through her arm
holding the weight of her eyes
her thoughts, her what ifs,
and time that doesn’t forgive
and just keeps vanishing.