I heard them say
that the clock is ticking
but we should take our time.
And so I did.
Only to discover that they've mistaken—
it's a bomb, not a clock.

Is pain considered a drug when you keep coming back for it? For more?

I am a blank canvas
Begging for an artist
To add a little color to my life

maybe I finally realized that
not everyone is as confident
carefree
&
all knowing
as they appear

Lily pollens glow
rain of tears drops though it rained
petals glow
lily gleam and glow through it reverses time
night crickets chitter in joy
clock hand reverse twelve
midnight bell rings
willow leaves raddle like reindeer bells
pasture sound chitters and shallow
river flow down the stream fast
the wind made tree leaves raddle
so quick time stopped beneath my feet.