Dear Progress

Dear Progress,

I don’t think I ever told you,

but I had a relationship with Time once.

Time ruled my world, it was just him and me,

and I did not want to miss a second of us.

We had such a great time together,

but there were never enough hours.

Time was always so precise,

he was almost ahead of time.

And I was always a bit behind

I thought I had all the time in the world.

Immortal perhaps?

He would often tell me to hang on a minute,

to move faster or slower,

and work on my timing.

He often said that I was ungrateful,

and that I should be more grateful for the gift of time.

I wanted to kill Time,

But then I suddenly got scared...

What if Time kills me first?

So I called it a day and asked if we could be friends instead.

He agreed, but only if he could control day and night on Earth.

I smiled at him and said yes,

because I knew that there will always be moments

when I can make Time stand still.

Lots of love,

From Self-love