What Language is Time?

the sudden fear of forgetting.

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I’m unsure about the specifics but I know time has played a fast one on me. Grief never gives up and let me tell you, its forms are getting trickier. Sometimes when I feel really lonely I picture my father’s face alongside certain truths like how mental it is to yearn for someone in a faraway place, but I do it till my mind overwhelms itself into quietness. Sixteen years might do that to you.