I tore through glitches in the fabric of Time, gnawing at threads of webbed moments, simply to seek seconds with you, buffered, battered by winds of reason, I bore on, went on, till a thin frame of me, was left, hanging precariously by a thread of common sense. I let go, a mere shadow of my former self, I know better now, what isn't mine or mine, let Time decide. Prose turned poetry, a poetic short story.— % & #dearpoetry #fromprosetopoetry #collab #postman #yqpostman #postmandiaries #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Postman #tejaswiniaura
