Friday, April 12, 2013

time

time has passed. time always passes; always moving and i still cannot place it. as hard as i try- have tried- i cannot make it fit into the equation. no matter the variable, or the constant, it wants no part of either. it refuses to be an letter or a number, and i have surrendered the idea of trying to fit it nicely into any structured form. because time will pass as it pleases, and i am just the fool who feels as if i can figure it all out. only now, time as passed, and my words have failed me as the always do, and i am foolish enough to think i could ever be right. for what i have learned in the last year, in probably more time than that, is that time befriends no one. time is the constant variable, and the variable that is constant. and i cannot make a second any shorter or longer than a second. but perhaps there is still truth to find. and maybe it is my rummaging though these words that allow me to find my answer, or maybe it is just the rummaging that is the answer...i cannot know, but finally, maybe, just maybe, i am willing to find out.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

fillers

time passes by each day, nothing remarkable to note one day from the next, if not for the change in light. perhaps this sounds sad? boring? but days pass, time passes, for each of us. some days will forever be ingrained in our minds, while most will pass by without a pause or thought. maybe it is these days, the ones that slip by, that i should grasp at. instead i find things to fill in the gaps, to stay ahead of time. but time creeps up on me, and all these fillers will fall away - then what?

Friday, April 27, 2012

a beginning

i am not someone who is good with words. for the most part when i speak, i have neither a begging or an end- perhaps the opposite of a circle? i also never make sense, or complete thoughts or sentences. and most of the time, i have no idea what i am going to say. and maybe my words exist in a place too far from my fingertips, and maybe they remain unspoken, and maybe there is no difference. i have no idea what will happen, but perhaps the idea of rambling long enough to find the one word i am looking for, is enough for now. i have no idea where my words will take me, and maybe that is all i can say for now.