Diary of the heart

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Timing. I wonder in its whispers; getting lost in the moment. Until I'm flipped upside-down chasing my tail when I initially meant to chase time.

Timing. Can never get enough of it, yet I never know what to do when I have it. Well, I could dig into the bucket list, but would I have enough time?

Timing. Creeping around every corner, it never leaves my mind. Like this damn cursor; blinking in rhythm, in second, in time.

Timing. You know, people say that's what life's all about. The right job, the right love, the right place, the right time.

Timing. Eternal and looping. Personalized and indirect. Mine is just as valuable as yours. Wait, are we still talking about time?

Timing. It's in the palm of our hands: so, grab it and run. Who cares if your clock reads: "late" you have the option to stop, rewind, and reset your time.