Time used to breathe, like us.
But then we turned it into sand
we turned it into a commodity,
something that can be spent, wasted, served
We shackle our wrists with it.

I wish sometimes that we can go back
to a time where time just is
where you can 'waste' a day
doing whatever makes you happy
and not feel ashamed.

you're Not like the others

Everybody writes about
soft touches, and Gentle laughter
being nice and never Hurting a soul

but that's not You.
you Carve marks into my skin
and when you laugh, really Laugh
it isn't gentle its loud and Fun.

you're not Scared to say what bothers you
not scared to hurt if they hurt You.

but when we talk a Serious talk
I'm not scared, or anxious, or mad
i feel safe, acknowledged and Loved.

you're Not like the others, you're you
and to be honest, i Love you.


L