Mr. & Miss Time

Time has a funny way of playing tricks on our minds. We depend on it. We give in to the notion he will wash away emotion, pave a grand path, reflect inner desires, heal battle scars and teach the unthinkable. Time promises. Don't trust him. Time can only satisfy his desires if we give him the hand to spin the tiny revolving red lines within.

I use to pride myself with lack of trust proclamations. Guarding voices in my head, protecting the screams in my eyes, blocking others seeking the mystery. 

It sounds so light to give in. It sounds so blissful to attach. It sounds so peaceful to be surrounded.

Time stimulates contradicting thoughts. Time writes pros and cons. Time grounds butterflies. Time grants perceptive wishes. Time applauds the independents so comfortable on their own.


When you cross paths with someone who gets your timeliness, sees your screams, mocks the mystery, say goodbye.

Say goodbye to time's protective pull. The only way to trust is to expose the walls time helped build. Intuition dies with times hold.

Don't give it time. Give the keys to the cage.

Time can only teach those who dare to turn the hourglass, the courageous, the fearless dreamers with strength for emotional dependence.

What do you desire more, his time or yours...