Enter the bubble of the time witch
Watch as your mind drifts into a ditch
Here there are no watches
Just swatches of protruding pasts
And possible futures
Are you the only one that sees it
Or is it hers
Is it okay to believe it
Thoughts swarm your mind like locus
Trapped on this lily pad of lotus
When you’re with her
It’s hard to focus on anything else
There is nothing but yourselves
Life is put on a shelf
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
Comments (3)
What indeed does time mean when we're with those we love?
Beautiful!
Loved this