Tyler Hillis

I’m stuck in a place that has run out of time. What once seemed like an abundance – filled with unlimited opportunity – has fallen through the cracks like sand.

Where did the time go? Well, it went willingly to the newborn baby and all his needs and wants. This bit of time was not lost, but instead actually made more valuable with every moment spent with that baby.

So if not there, then where else? Well, perhaps it went to the ever-growing list of house projects. A list that somehow grows every time an item is completed, like drawing three cards after getting rid of one. The hand increases. But still, that time did not wither. It’s use provided comfort, safety, and love within those improving walls.

Okay, well then where else could time have gone? It may have slithered into darkness by way of the mind-numbing screens that were supposed to improve our lives. But relegating that time to negativity does not do the importance of entertainment justice, and so, that time did not slither – it danced into the darkness.

Well time had to have gone somewhere. True. It was probably gobbled up by the family and friends who stopped by, who lent a hand, who brought meals or helped with lists. Time may have gone there, but that time was not gone.

But at the end of the day, I feel as though I’ve run out of time. I try to squeeze in a few minutes of writing, to give myself some hope that I’m improving, but my body simply resists with the sweet tug of sleep.

Time has fallen through the cracks like sand. But it’s okay.