#lifeandtime
There are moments
when words fail.
Silence steps in—
but even silence
cannot carry everything
the heart wants to say.
I ask myself
a simple question.
Have I truly lived?
Or have I only
moved through the days
without noticing
how quickly they pass?
Time moves strangely.
Sometimes slow—
like a long winter afternoon.
Yet when you look back
it has travelled
an impossible distance.
Whole years
gone
in the blink of memory.
Moments
slipping quietly
through open hands.
Time is only a breath.
Not something
we can store.
Not something
we can buy back.
Each second
arrives
as a gift.
And leaves
as a memory.
Love has always
lived inside me.
But too often
I kept it quiet.
Held back.
Unspoken.
Yet love
is never meant
to stay hidden.
It belongs
to family,
to friends,
to the people
who walk beside us.
And sometimes
late at night
a thought returns—
soft
but heavy.
If only
I had held those moments longer.
If only
I had said the words sooner.
How different
the story
might have been.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC
What is my worth? A fleeting breath I hold,
A borrowed spark, returned to time’s enfold.
What is my station? Dust upon the air,
A vanishing trace, a whisper unaware.
I came unbidden, and I leave unnamed,
Yet through my passing, something bright is claimed.
The crown may crumble, thrones to earth descend,
Yet in my breast the pulse of stars won’t end.
I rise as nothing, yet within me reigns
A will that shatters loss and breaks its chains.
Each fall instructs me: strive, ascend, aspire,
Each limit bends before the soul’s desire.
O’ Time, you count me grain by fleeting grain,
Yet I measure you in meaning, not in vain.
If I am dust, it dreams of fire untamed,
A spark that turns the meek and small acclaimed.
If I must fade, let fading be my flight,
A rising ember cast against the night.
For worth lies not in staying, nor in place,
But in the courage to embrace the chase.
I vanish, yes—but not before I see
How dust may speak to stars eternally.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:19 AM UTC