Sitting, waiting…
watching the clock today I became painfully aware of my mortality…
sitting waiting for something to happen…
somehow each movement forward became a slipping moment.
I was missing something somewhere.
Trying to grab hold of time I wished for more…more time, not realizing the vicious circle I created.
With every tick, every tock I move forward. My life seemed, in these few moments of genuine thinking, to be slipping away, moving from me. My breath shallowed and my heart ached.
How could I stop this? how could I have more time…?
Then with a passing glance of my loves photo I realized…
it’s not more time I crave, its more moments…
like the first time we kissed,
the first time we gazed upon a painting a hundred years older than we
the first time we cried
the first time you sat across from me in that plastic chair and confessed your love
it’s not time we crave… its moments, its love, its life…
I want to grab on to mine with you by my side and live… I want to make moments…
I want to make love,
I want to laugh
and I
want to live…
take your time… turn it into moments
see the little things
the light in everything
in all of us
make a moment in your waiting
and love
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