6/6/19 (2)

My life has become a series of 
countdowns: countdowns to happiness, 
countdowns to freedom, countdowns to love, 
coutndown to healing. To the day when 
the answers become known and the whys can 
rest. Days until it stops aching, months 
until it heals, years until the ghost of it can 
cease its looming haunt. Countdowns are 
nothing but shadows over the present. 
Countdowns do nothing but slow the passing time.

- A.T. 
6/6/19