the room is bathed in a soft / dreamy blue / the light filters in / casting long shadows on the floor / the air smells of old books / a faint musk that clings to the wallpaper /
i sit by the window / tracing the patterns of the raindrops on the glass with my fingertips / they blur & merge / like the edges of my own existence / the trees outside sway in slow motion / their leaves are a muted green / like the colors of a fading photograph / everything is so quiet that i can almost hear the sound of my own heart beating / i sit here alone / just me & the silence /
time is a tricky thing / sometimes it feels like it’s standing still / & other times it feels like it’s racing by / but i can feel it slipping through my fingers like water / just a few moments ago / i was a kid playing in the park / now i’m an adult / wondering where all the time went / it can’t be possible that i’m already half a century old / that soon / half my life will be over /
how did this happen?
how did i get here so fast?
time is a strange thing / it’s like a river / flowing ever on / never stopping / never reversing / but it’s also like a thief / stealing away moments / minutes / years / without us noticing / we see the leaves changing color / the days growing shorter / but we don’t realize how quickly it’s all slipping away / we only realize it when it’s too late / when we’re old and gray & looking back on all the things we’ve missed / we can try to save moments / take photographs / save videos / but they’re just records / they can’t capture the feeling / the smell / the sound / the taste / the touch / the emotion of the moment /
& those things are the things we’ll always miss /
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the still waters
Poetryi stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜