Time has come, gone and is enduring. It moves in on us like a heartbeat. It is expected, anticipated but yet barley noticed. Once acknowledged, usually to late. The indicator being pain, loneliness and grief all indicating time has come and your heart gets weak. Your life is over and time has stopped. Time no longer exists, you ache for more. Something that once moved to fast, that there was never enough off, or couldn’t go faster is now no longer part of your death. Instead there is an endless amount of day and night, of freedom and thought, passing over us with no sign of time and its intimidating existence. You are no longer a prisoner of its unmanageable schedule, not early or late, not young or old. Something that once defined you, that molded you era by era, no longer restrains you to its unforgiving rules. Death has liberated you, given you a gift that could only come from times only ruler. You beg for its structure, for the sun rise and sun fall to mean something, you crave a sense of age and wisdom that only comes from moments that come from minutes. You are born again in a moment in time. For your mother you came to early, she cursed the weeks that hadn’t come, the time you didn’t have. You open your eyes and weep out loud to go back, it all happened to fast. For you, a lifetime has just begun!
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