It's something, It's something.
It always something.
But when I take a step back, I look at this.
What has become of this?
What is left?
And I wonder if it's the same and I wonder if the changes are okay.
I wonder where in the world, infatuation goes.
And how you know if you can love more than just a moment.
I love many moments.
Many details in time.
In the fabric of our lives.
I love time.
I love what time has given me.
I love the fact that my time comes and goes.
And I love the way it floats around me.
I love the way it cradles me.
But most of all I love the way it leaves
precisely when I need it too.
Time is fleeting.
Always know this.
But without it,
I wouldn't even be debating with my self.
I would already know.
And it would be so easy.
Because I wouldn't remember the river.
Or the woods.
Or the sand between my toes.
I love time.
And I love all the gifts it gives me.
