45 minutes, hope flows out of me like honey from the honeycomb.
An hour, my heart is pierced with bullets and I bleed out the hope within.
30 minutes, I’m as happy as a bee.
2 minutes, I’m confused.
12 minutes, I clean the whole house.
5 minutes, I’m breathless and tired as I lay in bed.
In a minute I wonder, what’s the next emotion in 5 4 3 2 1…
Life With Rachel 