september solace seeking
Life feels so surreal nowadays.
Staring out the window. Listening to the rustling of the palm. Admiring the occasional Oriole. Watching the clock. Seconds, minutes, fly by. When, I ponder, did it become so fast?
I wish it could slow. Not stop. Just slow. These days I never have time to reflect, to wonder, to breathe. Who, actually has time? It is all about balance. Like life. Pan Metron Ariston. But me. Never had a knack for managing it. And now. Staring at the clouds, my books call, my dreams awaken me. I wish I could return. To the time before I lost me.
Life feels so surreal nowadays.
Staring out the window. Listening to the rustling of the palm. Admiring the occasional Oriole. Watching the clock. Seconds, minutes, fly by. When, I ponder, did it become so fast?
I wish it could slow. Not stop. Just slow. These days I never have time to reflect, to wonder, to breathe. Who, actually has time? It is all about balance. Like life. Pan Metron Ariston. But me. Never had a knack for managing it. And now. Staring at the clouds, my books call, my dreams awaken me. I wish I could return. To the time before I lost me.
Life feels so surreal nowadays.
a moment in time 4:34 pm
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