my time

robin jayne

in my time

i make my room smell pretty

incense and candles and sage

i clean

i make my bed and i put away my sketchbooks

in my time

i get high

i disappear from myself for a little bit

i write in my journal

pages and pages about boys

i rest

i close my eyes and dream of italy

in my time

i create, i make music

i draw and paint until my hand cramps up

canvas and paper and walls of color

i imagine

a world dominated by peace and equality

and i put that shit down in pen

in my time

i dress up

i pretend i’m barbie and i try on different outfits

i pour makeup down my face and tear my hair out

i have a solo fashion show, stuffed animals an audience

in my time

i think, and think

i romanticize tragic things i’ve gone through and i create new scenarios

i believe myself more confident and beautiful and intelligent

it’s my time

and i have so much of it

  • Author: robin jayne (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2021 21:56
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    'and i have so much of it'
    I promise you, it only seems - that way;
    Time, is a mirage at best
    a conniving influence, fuelling
    our procrastinations
    so instead: run, run - Run!
    Experience, Live, Feel
    try, not to waste a single milisecond
    and remember, through it all
    to take a minute or two
    to appreciate
    all the gifts in your life,
    like the sky you get to admire for free
    or that last laughter, teasing a rare smile
    or that scrumptious bite
    or sweet sip, that hit the spot..
    Enjoy, this flitting Ride: we've labelled life!



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