what is worth my time?
how can I determine the worth of something with no meter?
a second looking in his dark eyes is suspended
an 'hour' 'crafting' drinks is an eternity
a paintbrush lets seconds slip like red splashes on my new pants
indigo ink on light paper that crinkles when my hand presses
slows it to a crawl
screeching tires smashed headlight tense
forever
crash in our house
sheets of rain running with a crying brown haired girl
we sit and wait
and this so called time sits with her and runs from me
all of this is precious
my mind cannot comprehend the objective nonsense that is time
but it can twist anything it is given with time
that is nonsense, what beautiful nonsense