Maybe time is everything.
Maybe your time is limited
And my time is limitless, infinite
Until I ran out of it, of course.
Maybe I made myself so tiny in order to fit you
Into the little box I’d created for us.
Maybe we’re not meant for boxes,
Because putting me inside of a box is like
Putting an ocean into a jar
And putting you inside of a box is like
Lighting a forest on fire.
Too much of me and I will wash you out,
Too much of you and the world
Will burn.
Maybe there isn’t enough space inside of these walls
For the both of us.