Time spilled
from times perspective day (14/ 30)
When the clock breaks, what spills out isnāt pretty. Itās not gold or light. Itās the life you were supposed to live.
Look at it. Go on, look.
See that? Thatās the trip you talked about for years but never took. Thatās the person who cared about you before you decided it was safer not to care back. Thatās every half-finished project, every āIāll do it later.ā Later never showed up, did it?
You said you didnāt have time. But you did. I gave you plenty. What you didnāt have was courage.
Do you remember all those mornings I handed you, clean and brand new? You scrolled through them. You stared out the window and told yourself tomorrow would be different. And I waited. Every time, I waited for you to show up.
Do you know what itās like, watching someone waste you? Watching them treat you like an inconvenience when all you ever wanted was to be used for something meaningful?
You always said you were scared. Scared of what people might think, scared to fail, scared to want too much. You thought being careful would save you. But it didnāt. It just built you a smaller life.
Now look around. This is whatās left. All those unlived hours, spilled across the floor. You canāt pick them up. You canāt make them new again.
So tell me, what did you think was going to happen?
Did you think Iād wait forever?
Because I wonāt. I never have.
And when I go quiet, when thereās nothing left ticking, youāll finally understand:
I wasnāt wasting you.
You were wasting me.


heartbreaking and beautiful.