In the time it takes to say 'here and now,' it's already there and
then.
At the end of the day;
the clock will still be ticking;
the tides will go back in;
the world will still be spinning;
the trees will still be standing tall;
the leaves will still be waving;
the fish will still be swimming;
caterpillars will still be transforming;
dogs will carry on barking;
cats will keep meowing;
zebras will still have their stripes;
shops will be opening in the morning;
the sun will still rise after it's nap;
the world will carry on
and most importantly,
you're still breathing.
Don't let things stop you from living, because one day something will.
Everything is going to be okay.
the clock will still be ticking;
the tides will go back in;
the world will still be spinning;
the trees will still be standing tall;
the leaves will still be waving;
the fish will still be swimming;
caterpillars will still be transforming;
dogs will carry on barking;
cats will keep meowing;
zebras will still have their stripes;
shops will be opening in the morning;
the sun will still rise after it's nap;
the world will carry on
and most importantly,
you're still breathing.
Don't let things stop you from living, because one day something will.
Everything is going to be okay.
I wish she would stop telling me it will get
better as if I'll wake up one day and all the missing, all
the longing will have magically ceased to throb against my
ribcage and churn knots in my stomach, storms behind my tear
ducts. You get over losing a jaded, bitter adolescent
a.sshole who
didn't want or reciprocate your love (I've had to
before, and it hurt nothing like this). You don't get over
losing an innocent child who did nothing but love you and make
your soul the happiest it had ever been with another. You
don't get over having the purest, most unselfish
relationship in your life abruptly taken from you when it could
have and should have lasted much longer. This brand of
heartache doesn't fade completely, and attempts to beat it
into me that it will with something as inconsequential and
arguably nonexistent as ‘time’ won't act as a
dissolvent.
I
remember 2016 like it was yesterday...
THE CHILDREN OF TIME
January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying to do the right thing, even if he doesn't always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.
Monday's obviously a b.astard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.
. I . S U P P O S E .
We can never get used to change.
However – C H A N G E – can't be stopped.
We can either go with it, or we get left behind.
But in time tears will dry and fear will wear off.
I believe that.
We can never get used to change.
However – C H A N G E – can't be stopped.
We can either go with it, or we get left behind.
But in time tears will dry and fear will wear off.
I believe that.
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the
sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping
and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure
consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us
choose.
let me get personal here for a little. i just had this thought and
my brain exploded. people get confused and sometimes irritated when
i say that even a minute makes a difference. it's just a
minute...right? what they dont know is that just 5 seconds made the
biggest difference in...and for...my life. it isnt about petty
arguments, whether to close up shop at 7:59 or if we should wait
till 8:02. it's about a deeply rooted feeling in my soul that 5
seconds saved my life. 5 seconds. the difference between my family
and loved ones mourning my death, and me being successful and
thriving at a job i didnt even really ask for a couple years later.
when someone says "it's only one minute, it doesnt matter"...my
soul knows it does matter. so if i shoot you a glare at a remark
about the time...dont take it personally. my body is just glad to
be alive and breathing. thank you, i think im done now.
