Time is a weird thing to think about.
Why is it that every time you want something that is going to happen, it takes forever to get to this thing?
In my mind, there is a pause in time when I am deciding on something or when I am debating on whether I have screwed up my whole life. It's like time stops ticking and it allows for me to dwell in the thoughts in my mind... Or to kick myself down.
But I can't let time and my mind to keep me from doing what I want in my life. I will be me. It will just take time.
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Feast of a Heart
PoetryRandom poetry, short stories, and anything else that my heart may fancy.
