I Must Tell You About Your Yellows and Your Browns My Love For Winter Is Coming
look first let me say please consider all my imperfections, and please allow yourself to see what it is i am saying and not me as i say it, and know that if words could speak for themselves they would say it far better than man kind. but i guess for now we will have listen with our hearts our eyes and our ears.
i need you to listen to me as we walk i think its because i know that we only have but so much time, only so much time can we spend in our mothers womb, only so much time can we spend learning to crawl ,then walk and we scatter sounds about and in so much time we began to talk. and right away we learn how to take for we take time to learn how to form relationships with family and freinds
and if time is what we make it, then what will we make of it, what will we invest in time in. is time waiting on us, does it linger, how will we know. in time we learn to fear, we learn to hide our feelings. in time we learn to trust and distrust, to hate,
and if were blessed, in time we learn to love,the feeling of saying i love you and understanding what it means is a gift from time. knowing that we are loved is a even greater gift from time, so frajile are we, could we not be crushed by the pressure of time. we can only hold our breath but for so much time, and yet in so much time we have no control over our last breath. in our mothers womb we take not one breath as we float safe and secure in water for a time, we live without takeing a breath what a creation made in time. is it the inner clock if we should listen to it, that compells us to seek each other. look how long we looked, from a far we looked wanting and needing to touch,
touching life, the smell of life, the sounds of life, for the sake of life we are given time.
Article submitted Wednesday, July 28, 2010 & read 20 times.
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