Just watching the sand trickle down the glass. Feels like time is short. I’m not afraid anymore. There’s not even any anticipation. Just a feeling of inevitable fact. Like punching in on a time clock, knowing you’ll be punching out on that same time clock shortly. Just a perpetual circle that is fated to be broken. Maybe I will be back, maybe I won’t. Either way, will it even matter. Going to try to ride out the next few days and attempt to ignore the eternal fishing pole that is calling my name. It’s getting harder and harder to drown out and I know I’ll be reaching for it when the moment arrives. No hesitation, no regret.