Time has changed things, and I am finding peace in the smallest of moments.
I never knew life could be like this, is this what others feel? This warmth that washes over you, it spreads like a blanket being put  on you in the night. When you fell asleep in the cold and someone wants to see you safe again. I take a look at my life and the broken pieces that I have left behind me, they are jagged and cruel and yet. Somehow they are softened by the sweet harmony of time.

And I feel good, like things can and will come together and fit, that I won't always be this aimless
and lost bird. Traveling from space to space to catch the sun, because my feathers still need some drying. I can't quite get warm enough and when I do it's too hot, isn't that something else? One of those dilemmas that I hope sort themselves out, in the end. But here we are and it is just the beginning and I know we'll be okay, cause I have you, and for the first time in a long time I feel good.





Pain comes at me like a dagger in the night to my back in a wound left open for more, but I can swiftly move away and begin the finally start healing. The bad things that have haunted me are decaying and fading away. They will become new and maybe not so harmful this time, they'll have another chance to try again and be good.






The wholesome smile that is warming my cheeks is something I haven't been able to cherish, it's slipped between my fingers like a long blade falling just in between my memories. But yet, time it changes everything.


It changes it in ways that are irrevocable and timeless, because this kinda of pain was so deep
it went and altered my entire being.
But with those alterations came difference to the things that would change me again.

For, when you mix two colors together they are altered, different and so the next time you
change them it ill not have been as if they were singular again. All the changes from the first will be gatherings from the entire beginning and through.



So what we become whether the same or very, very different than the being we began as.
Well it all depends on time.

And where it'll bring us to finish off the last precious moments of everything we have ever known and everything we ever thought we would. Our dreams and the reality of where we do in fact find ourselves can be so very opposite. But does it make it bad? Sometimes I look at things and wish I knew, knew what I could have done. Because I think "what if I had taken the time? Put it here instead of there?... So many places I could be"