I am used to burying my head in the corner and forget about the sunshine.
By chance, that beam of light slipped in and cast a shadow through my pen. I thought maybe the sunshine was trying to get closer to me every day, but I never noticed it.
The hourglass next to the table stands out and is dazzlingly blue. Could it be that time just turned around like this and became a passing event that I can no longer remember.
I think I should write down something.
Our love.