I don’t know how to name this year..
It came like a new beginning..
I thought I would be able to start over..
But before I started,
January had already passed..
February is slipping through like sand..
I don’t know
if I started anything new..
If not, then what I am scared of..
What I am waiting for..
Why I am beginning to regret some decisions
even before I start anything..
I am not sure
if it is just me moving slowly..
or it’s the time moving faster..
I don’t want to be stuck..
at this point in my life..
I want to move—
even faster than time..
I want to move at a speed..
that even time feels slower..
A moment seems like a day..
And in those moments..
I want to live like myself..
In this spring,
not only flowers but I’ll bloom too.
Not only the sun but I’ll shine too.
Not only the earth but I’ll sing songs too.
Not only days but I’ll feel warm too.
And I won’t be asking
for time to slow down.
I’ll move too—
without any fear
and without any doubt.
And I’ll enter spring
like I want to.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
I don’t know how to name this year..
It came like a new beginning..
I thought I would be able to start over..
But before I started,
January had already passed..
February is slipping through like sand..
I don’t know
if I started anything new..
If not, then what I am scared of..
What I am waiting for..
Why I am beginning to regret some decisions
even before I start anything..
I am not sure
if it is just me moving slowly..
or it’s the time moving faster..
I don’t want to be stuck..
at this point in my life..
I want to move—
even faster than time..
I want to move at a speed..
that even time feels slower..
A moment seems like a day..
And in those moments..
I want to live like myself..
In this spring,
not only flowers but I’ll bloom too.
Not only the sun but I’ll shine too.
Not only the earth but I’ll sing songs too.
Not only days but I’ll feel warm too.
And I won’t be asking
for time to slow down.
I’ll move too—
without any fear
and without any doubt.
And I’ll enter spring
like I want to.
This poem explores the quiet uncertainty of moments when time feels faster than you do. It isnt about outrunning time, but about becoming becoming someone who is no longer afraid of anything, not yourself, not even time.