Time passes. Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second aches like the
pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes
unevenly, its strange lerches and dragging lulls,
but pass it does. Even for me.
~(I don't know where this is from, but I love it, does anyone know?)
P.S. I took the photo when I was in the Florida Keys, it turned out perfectly I think.