Drops of life

I can feel the essence of life trickling between my fingers.
Drop,
after drop,
Falling down from the cracked jar that I am holding near my chest.

Dripping in every drop are
the colours of the rainbow,
sunset with rainy clouds,
a wounded dog,
tomato,
bicycle ride,
sighting the parakeet,
smell of moist soil...

Dripping,
irreversibly...
The shapes of the trees
While I walk fast with eyes nailed to the letters jumping on a tiny screen...
Wiring my brain to recognise the magnificent simplicity of binary code.
The horizon used to be 'magnificent',
but when was the last time...?

Dripping...
The moments of life that I would want to live.

I am scared.