Short

So much time inside has made me short on patience.

It’s like my inner clock has decided that there aren’t enough minutes for me.

It has lost a sense of generosity. It has stopped understanding that every tick is the same for everyone and there is no sand in the hour glass that has my name on it.

The moment belongs to all of us, all the time.

The sooner that’s remembered, the sooner we can come back to others. And ourselves.