3,000 Seconds

A Client Perspective

Jul 10

1 min read

3,000 seconds

Poured into my soul

The ticking of time

Softening

The intensity of humanness

Expanding

Wrapped in past, present, and future

Simultaneously

Mind and body separated,

Yet clashing together

The way waves meet the shoreline.

And for 3,000 seconds

My soul is bare,

Held,

Witnessed,

And released again.

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