Fluttering hearts
beat like drums
against Painted Feathers

Their lives speed by,
fragile and fleeting
like the cherry blossoms
of spring.

Life’s most magnificent picture
painted with watercolor,
on thin paper.

Frantic,
yet peaceful.
Bold,
but elusive.

I wonder,
if they live life fast

or if we
are just slow.

The storms
Hold secrets
Swept up by their ghastly gales

When the world
Fails
To let the light in,
Turn on the light inside of you.

When the world
Is awash
With bitter cold,
Fuel the flame in the hearth.

When the world
Looks
To silence you,
Scream your name from the rooftops.

When the world pushes you down,
Tests your limits,
And blocks your way,
Find the hand reaching out to you,
And let them pull you back up.

You are not alone.

Our paths may be different but we journey as one.
You will get through this.

I promise.

<3 Cam

At first,
Time is thy enemy
stretching out with
withered hands
stealing your breath
for decades,
years,
minutes,
seconds,
until you start to panic
frantically trying to slow down
every moment,
every day,
every hour,
wheezing in
every
      last
          breath...

Until the day you realize that Time cannot be fought.
It cannot be wrestled into submission.
It cannot be captured or frozen.

It must be embraced.
Enjoyed.
Respected.

You begin to understand that time is not your enemy.
You begin to appreciate all the little moments and love the person that you've become.

Eventually,
We all realize that Time is a gift.
One that we must learn to cherish,
before it's too late.