Pause. Beat. Period.
Whatever you wish to call it but just stahp.
In your tracks, in the moments, in the intention to break free.
Sometimes it can be such a struggle to take in a deep breath and live in the moment, your mind scarce of the wretched past and free of uncertain future looming ahead.
As ironic or absurd as it sounds, I have ensnared myself in an abyss of hectic doings, and perhaps busyness has became my anesthesia for the cruel elements of the world. If you keep working, you won't stop to look and you won't ever know; you won't stop to think so you don't fret unnecessarily; and you can pretend without anyone ever faulting you.
Deluded fool, borne of the sunken dew
And crackled leaves bring forth anew
The springs of time and peppered lime
The bitter-sweet cold of endless time
We all wish we had infinite moments. I always wished I had that.
But realistically, that's bullshit.
But you taught me that even if moments can't last forever, we can share moments that are infinite.
Filled with infinite love, that will last infinitely.
Even when time has past, my heart doesn't go a beat faster.
Pause. Beat. Period.
Love.
