Here it is Tuesday, December 5th,
perhaps it is where you are too.
Lately I’m not where you are.
I haven’t been paying much attention to calendar dates
or what time my head meets my pillow each night.
I say “Goodnight” but
I can’t claim I sleep at night-
unless night is just another word
for the start of an early-riser’s day.
I’ve been sleeping at 5am
and I only know this because you
have been too.
As far as I know we are together,
unless I know nothing.
But, if I know that I know nothing: that is still knowing something.
I know it’s raining outside
and you love the rain;
I wonder if you
love me like I love the rain.
If we were together
-paradox is your favorite word, right?
Tell me about the comet that destroyed you:
the one you swore was a shooting star
until it came crashing, hauling towards
the inner workings of your castle:
towards your mind.
Tell me about the days you laughed at
the otters and they laughed right back at you.
Tell me about the months that seemed like minutes
because that’s how hard you loved her.
Not because I’m asking-
but because you want me to know you
as much as I want to know you.
-I have comets, otters, and minutes too.
It’s funny how paying close attention to time can pull you away from enjoying it. We are like time, constantly changing. We owe it to ourselves to be still once in a while. Be still right now. What is happening around you? Are you a part of it?
And the day goes by slowly, but not dreadfully. Most people believe that time passes faster whenever their load is larger, but that isn’t the case for me recently. I say that, yet when I look back at the calendar I get confused at the increase of numbers. So in conclusion: how come everything seems so slow and is moving way too fast?