They say comparison is the thief of joy.
I’ve seen this, felt this,
I know this.
But still,
I cannot understand
why I expose myself to robbery
time and time again.
Tag: time
what the story does to me
Time passes by me
quickly, effortlessly, joyfully.
I barely comprehend where it’s gone
when I look up at the clock
to register the difference in numbers.
That’s what the story does to me.
I enter a new, beautiful world,
a world I created.
I could stay there for hours.
I come alive there. I feel my heart glow.
And when I step away,
I’m counting down the minutes
until I can return.
find love everywhere
To know
that the time we spent together,
though short, and long ago now,
still loops through my mind
brings me joy,
amidst the anguish,
for it proves to me
I am open to finding love
everywhere.
if I could stop thinking of you
Just imagine
the acres of free space
I could free in my mind,
and the hours of free time
I could unleash in my day,
if I could stop thinking of you.
painful beauty
Time is all I need
just a little more time
alone, with my thoughts,
and dreams to fill my mind
with love, and the painful beauty
or what could have been.
song on the radio
I travel back in time
to me and him
I remember where we were
how I felt
and a bittersweet smile grows on my face.
rough days
Everyone has rough days
days they wish no one would ever see
and maybe
it works out that you don’t see those days
for them
but they see those days
for you.
You cannot see a person
for brief moments of time
and believe you know everything about them.
last time
What if
the last time I saw you
will really be
the last time?
presence, truth, and love
Turn off the clocks,
divert time away from these
external constructs of time
dictating arbitrary guidelines
for when things should be done.
The time of day matters not
if you do what you love,
if you tune into the body
and let it tell you
when things should happen.
To live in the moment
no matter the time of day
offers value
immeasurable by numbers.
Measure in presence,
truth, and love.
the moving sun
The shade will only rest here
for so long
before the moving sun
will outrun the stationary house
to come over the rooftop
and find me,
take away my solace,
roast me.
The shade retreats further
under the sun’s ominous power,
shrinking.
Here I will stay
as long as possible,
until it’s gone.
Here I will stay
until it’s time to move on.
Dawning Words 