Indifference in an Hourglass

The cruelest reality of life is not that it must one day end in death. It is that it keeps going, in complete disregard to everything within it. Time does not stop, even when we need it to the most. It ignores our pain, silences our pleas, and turns it’s nose up while we gravel.


The pain of being forgotten is the most acute. It is not from anger, but from not caring. What is worse? To be hated? Or to be useless?


Hours and days go by without the slightest perception of the suffering that they leave in their wake, and the victims of their their torment are granted no reprieve.




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