I wish time were more flexible, elastic instead of this steady Chinese torture drip.
So much wasted where I don't need it, never enough when I do. Never enough. There are days that cannot finish too soon. Others that need to be held, warm and golden, in a slow amber treacle.
We need to bank time in moments of boredom and idyll, and spend it when it matters most--cooking burgers with my dad on the balcony of my childhood home, or else when wrapped in blankets, drowsing warmly despite the rain outside.
So much wasted where I don't need it, never enough when I do. Never enough. There are days that cannot finish too soon. Others that need to be held, warm and golden, in a slow amber treacle.
We need to bank time in moments of boredom and idyll, and spend it when it matters most--cooking burgers with my dad on the balcony of my childhood home, or else when wrapped in blankets, drowsing warmly despite the rain outside.
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