Eternity

As I move through each moment, It feels as if time is taking me and is scraping my being over the surface of existence. Like chalk upon a chalkboard, My substance is torn away. I thin, shorten, and fade into nothing but a dusty mark left on the past. I'm powerless to stop it. Too helpless to slow down. Do I surrender or despair? The only thing I can do is hope that there's enough of me to stretch, to reach that thing I know I need. It's growing closer now and is still so far ahead. I pray that there is enough of me to reach to eternity.