fillers

time passes by each day, nothing remarkable to note one day from the next, if not for the change in light. perhaps this sounds sad? boring? but days pass, time passes, for each of us. some days will forever be ingrained in our minds, while most will pass by without a pause or thought. maybe it is these days, the ones that slip by, that i should grasp at. instead i find things to fill in the gaps, to stay ahead of time. but time creeps up on me, and all these fillers will fall away - then what?