It eats us up, earning money and being efficient and going so fast you can’t see the world blurring past.
Good. You’re sitting here reading this. Wasting time. Or are you? Imagining, breathing, feeling isn’t a waste of time.
You can practically taste caramel peanut butter chocolate as I scribble words. Sweet sugar icing over cinnamon buns!
Was that a waste? Don’t try to tell me it was. You won’t convince anyone but yourself.
The faster we sprint, the faster life breezes past, the sooner we’ll run out of time.
And really, can you, can anyone honestly tell me we’re better off with End chasing?
Running, feet pounding on dead dark ground, life blurring as if we lack glasses?
Breathe the sky, cut-glass-sharp cold in your sinuses as you drink pale blue.
It tastes delicious. Like breezy pumpkin autumn celebrations. And maybe leaf crunches?
Gravity time is pulling sand to the bottom of the hourglass.
Somehow, the world taught us to sit back and watch.
But we won’t drown in blindness anymore, will we?
Let’s flee to beaches with warm imagination sand.
Mountains with crisp clean cold passion air.
Don’t ask if it’s worth it.
Capturing moments slows gravity time.
We forget to live.
Time runs out.
We die.
Feel.