“Try to imagine a life
without timekeeping.
You probably can’t.
You know the month, the year, the day of the week.
There is a clock on your wall
or the dashboard of your car.
You have a schedule, a calendar,
a time for dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.
Birds are not late.
A dog does not check its watch.
Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this,
man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that
no other creature endures.
A fear of time running
out.”
by Mitch Albom
I want
you
I want your sleepy confused
look when you wake up.
I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.
I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night;
the blanket that wraps around you all night.
I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find.
I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers.
I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted
with you.
I want to have differences between us.
I want your flaws.
All of them.
I want go into the deepest corners of your mind
and never get bored of you.
I want to be surprised by the new all the time.
I want to look at you like a
movie, a living piece of art;
always trying to chase what you crave …
and capture
you.