[Calann]: 135.Contest entries.FiveWordsMarch08

Five Words, March 2008 challenge.
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Time slips between my fingers like sand in an hourglass, and I can never be sure where I should draw the comparison or where to end the, admittedly clichéd, analogy. At this rate any future I might have had will turn to dust, and I'm hard pressed to suppress the bitter laughter rising in my throat. It feels remarkably akin to bile. Shuddering, I set the heels of my palms on my eyes, blocking out what little light is trickling through the blinds. A few more failures brought on this god-forsaken apathy and I'll have nothing left. These fabricated memories are, never were, enough to keep me going. If only I could stop living this façade.