Pockets of time
I am one who never kept track of time. Much like what i thought my sister of, more like a free spirit.
Lately, and I guess it comes with age and just like the feeling of end’s near, I find time as important as it was not. Little bits and whole parts. Feeling all the waste the could have beens, the lost opportunities and the ever so badly needed potentials.
So many ideas left buried in the thoughts, overridden in the land of procastinity. So many memories that were there but never really experienced.
Trying to catch up with all things that need to be done, all the people that need to be spoken with and fixing all the things broken.
Lately, and I guess it comes with age and just like the feeling of end’s near, I find time as important as it was not. Little bits and whole parts. Feeling all the waste the could have beens, the lost opportunities and the ever so badly needed potentials.
So many ideas left buried in the thoughts, overridden in the land of procastinity. So many memories that were there but never really experienced.
Trying to catch up with all things that need to be done, all the people that need to be spoken with and fixing all the things broken.