incite
Oh, time, If I could reach out, I’d grab you Hold you tight Take a moment Or two (or ten...) To wallow in nothingness To become one with my breath To watch paint dry and grass grow To escape the burden of constant connection And the grind that never ends
Oh, time, If I could take you back, You’d be surprised by how many roads I’d leave untravelled stories I’d leave unwritten all without a sliver of regret
Nothing Because sometimes, nothing feels better Than just doing
Nothing x
ART by CYNTHIA GU WORDS by SARA EMRA
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STILL
I rebuke my past self For not appreciating those moments of freedom For not letting them live idly For not giving myself time to breathe For filling every hour of every day with a new endeavour