Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry

Timeless

My Dear Beloved,

My time seems to be running out.

Is there a way out?

What am I here for?

I've been given time.

I haven't been given what to do.

Maybe I'll give it you.

I'll give it to God.

I'll give my time to God who has given me time.

What happens when my time runs out?

I'm given eternity.

Time seems to limiting for me.

What do I do with my time?

Time.

Tick.

Tock.

Tickticktickticktickticktocktickticktick

I wonder how much one can waste your time.

Or is it my life?

Are these questions wasteful?

All I know is that your smile, your laughter, our shared moments together: they aren't wasteful.

They make my time seem infinite.

Maybe it's because that feeling, that moment together, is infinite.

It's timeless.

From,

Your Broken Love