So desperately I wish I could curl up inside your heart and sleep the next ninety-two days away.  Let the hours drift by without thought or anxiousness rather than sit and wish for wish upon wish of having you here.  I feel every minute, every mile between your lips and mine and as time winds down the minutes simply tick by slowly.  How wholly I experience every second, every heartbeat, every breath as they rest in midair taunting me there whispering threats of stopping time all together.

At times, I swear the clock moves backwards only to force my madness to unravel further.

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