All of our most beautiful moments took time

Rushing never got me anywhere faster. 🐌

There are things to do, of course 
There are things I must do

Should do
Expected to…
(by whom?)

Because life must
go on
Life is going on

Time is going… going…
The world is
Every body has
something going on

Is it only I
rendered inert
from the sheer
weight
of things
to do
(to do)
perpetually in the future, tense
Unchecked lists
One square after the next, one cell…
An endless game of pinball
Don’t                                 your
                   you  let                      self 
                                                                       fall

The heart no longer wants to 
participate 
in the whirlwind of goings-on 
Is this life?

Right now I want nothing more than to stand still
inside the pages of this book*
Let me be lost in these words
A fictional world, time is in my hands
Does not slip through fingers like sand
It moves as I move
through sentences
Through the empty spaces 
between them, too, like
a labyrinth of unmet alleys (and selves) in a new city

I take my time
As long as I wish to stay
Time suspends, obliges, and waits
dotingly, for it knows well what many know too late—

All of our most beautiful moments took time.

Yes, I belong in here
more than...
There’s more of me in here than...
outside
a world going on
with
or without
me.

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📝 Journal Prompt

*Where is your place for you to be you? The black-and-white ivories on which music dances? A blank canvas for your dream worlds to flow into life? Inside a deep breath?

I'd love to know where and how everyone else is finding their quiet, sacred place in the world where there's no need to perform, where there's only peace and freedom to be and express your truest, "weirdest", most beautiful self. Do leave a comment and let me know.  

Love,