Time never stops.
It moves endlessly beyond our control.
There's a beauty in the flow of time,
in the movement of us within the waves,
flowing alongside the current;
yet, it's easy to be dragged under.
One moment you're peacefully treading water,
the next the waves are a force unable to fight against,
a strength able to drag you under without a thought.
The flow of time is both a blessing and a curse.
It's a welcoming warmth and a hostile host.
You can't fight the currents,
only enable yourself to be dragged along.
Will learning to swim ever be enough?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PuisiIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
