Timeless

 Kinda leaves you hanging, yearning for just a little bit more. One more kiss before bed, one more shivering cigarette on your balcony, overlooking those dark and full streets. No matter how hard I try, some memories, I can't carve into my mind enough. Moments filled with details I dare not forget but in those moments time itself becomes an aspect that no longer holds any sway over my mind. I live the moment, in that moment and I live it to its full extent. I enjoy it as much as I can and I make sure you enjoy it too. But life actively chooses not to care and the clock starts ticking again. In its absence it leaves a timeless sense of stasis. Some form of patience for the clock to stop ticking again. It resembles patience from the outside but it is anything but. I'd rather not wait because I do not know how to manage this static existence. 

After a while you just wake up, make a cup of coffee and sit down on the couch and contemplate whether or not you should open the curtains and let some sunlight in. The day you choose not to, is the day stasis takes its true form. Every single day resembles each other and minimalistic differences begin to mean much more to you. You find yourself yearning for it. Maybe it'll be easy to acknowledge that yearning or maybe you just won't be able to do so. Either way, it's senseless for me to discuss such a timeless thing. Whatever will be, will be.


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