Exist

I think I'm wasting time in studying, thinking, spending money that I do not earn, nor do I have, in rotten loves, beggar friendships and false smiles.

I feel the sands slide between my fingers, in my ears the only thing I hear is the ticking of the clock, and my feet move but they are in cement that is drying up and I have less time every day to think about why I should continue to exist.

T.A.