Instead of pointing fingers we should be rising to the task. Before you tell another what you find so wrong with them, take a moment to wonder if the real problem isn't yours.
How many times has the world realized there was more but done nothing about it? I wonder if it's just me some times I swear I feel just like I did once long ago, then the next minute another month has gone by and I never even realized it.
I sit here from the time I get home from work, exhausted. More than I've ever been before. Alive and not sure what is flashing just out of my sight. I call it jumping timelines. Flickers around me yet just out of sight. The dreams they keep coming til I'm just not sure.
When I was younger, the holidays were great and seemed to last a lifetime. It seems that back then families did so much more together but maybe it's just that it's my family so I don't notice it anymore. When I was younger our family got together for the annual party. It was my Grandmas, Aunts and Uncles, cousins, siblings. My grandmas house stuffed so tight the kids mostly sat on the floor, or perhaps the front porch because with so many people congregating it was overly warm.
Feeling like its right around the corner. Time slips out of my grasp like sands on a beach, the water lapping at my feet. Apprehensive. Curious and trying to ward off the fear that half the world is holding tight to. As I rise in the morning, from learning all night during dream I'm exhausted going in and the days seem to last forever and at the same time they go so fast that the year seems eaten.
Do you know the winds name as it blows through the trees? Have you listened to it's song. It can come in force and uproot trees, or carress us so gently and soft.