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)
- Published: November 8th, 2021 21:56
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 26
Comments1
'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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