The attempted killing of time, August 27th 2014
Haunted by the thought I am wasting my days
Letting them pass by me like everyone else I
have known
But what is there really? What makes a day
better than it already is?
Days are just a collection of hours, minutes
and seconds we are meant to fill with meaningful moments and progressive life
choices
Who says we are meant to fill them?
Let them fill themselves
We are all but nothing compared to time
Time is infinite
Humans die
Grow old and wither and die
Time will continue
Your daughter’s daughter will know time
They will meet time, waste time and then
desperately want more time
You can never kill time
It is immortal
Infinite and immortal
I
want to feel alive
I want to feel alive
Not just half content
But exuberantly skipping through existence like the
stones we used to
Skim across the dirty river
I want to feel alive
Fearlessly hurdling
Over the rising tide that feels my ears
I want to feel alive
Not just a gentle heartbeat
But a pounding sensation that opens my eyes and
Lubricates my life
I want to feel alive
Away from the dark eyes
And into the light
My
Lost, Ungrateful Heart
No
road is long enough
No
sea is deep enough
For
my heart
My
lost, ungrateful heart
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