your life is ending one minute at a time

I sometimes catch myself staring at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. It’s a weird thing to focus on, the passage of time. Every moment slips through my fingers like sand, and no matter how hard I try to hold on, I can’t. The thought sneaks up on me at the most random times—that my life is ending, one minute at a time. It’s not morbid, at least n…