numbered days [literally me rambling]

my days are numbered

in hindsight we see that our ends are fated

but my clock looms in front of my face while yours dangles off in the distance

you do not see death up close as i do

you do not see the haze that surrounds our existence 

you only see sunshine

an overcast day or two in the grand scope

but all i see is darkness 

with light tickling at its edges

my days are numbered

as are yours 

but my clock ticks and ticks and ticks 

while you do not know it exists

oh how blissful that blindness must be