time. i think its sick of us. playing merry and going round. so much so that even magnificent horses are made to look like toy poodles chasing its own tail. and stuck to wooden sticks like bar top dancers handcuffed to poles. sometimes for the thrill and kink. but many times for the till and kicks.
time. they say heals all wounds. so if time waits for no one. why then does the healing hold people up in a manner befitting that of a royalty in its throne. standing proud but not nearly high enough to provide hindsight. the issue here. i think. is to reconcile the definitive sequence of these two concepts in their own right. you either allow for time to go by so the healing can effectively process. or if that doesnt work. you compel healing without letting the magic of time get to you. this i call. miracle healing. and has a reputation as proving as it is foolproof.
time. it contains truths that sneak up on you. quietly but not nearly silent enough. yet you know one not too fine day. it will slowly but surely all slip away. like how it always does in my world. in more time that hasnt passed. when you least expect it. probably not in time but definitely in the nick of it. and you would look back on this passing as just a memory. distant or not. if and when by then you even still remember.
yes it might just be true. that we only take the mickey out of the people we know we can. but to make a mickey of ourselves. against the very jeans that we have sewn and donned since too long ago. without help. thats almost too rare. thankfully but more sadly. rare depletes. only sooner than expected.
i miss the voice of someone else. like crazy.
current aural of cant and wont - Time by Chantal Kreviazuk.
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