The choice to choose that space
Air filtering through my fingertips,
I am grasping for more molecules of time
To understand the feeling of time passing
Understanding that only when there is space,
There is time to breathe.
There is time to reflect.
I understand what it means to look at the time
This pause. This space. This moment.
I cherish the sweetness of the tea and the warmth of mug
I cherish the saltyness of the breeze and the windburned lips
I cherish the moments of extroversion. Being surrounded by hundreds of voices.
I savor those silent moments with only one voice.
I wait for the loneliness, or the sadness, or the pain in that space between the moments.
But instead, I find gratitude. I find little calmness in the palpitations of my heart. I find that I cherish these days.
These days where I choose.
Choose the space
The voice that is within my soul. Nobody elses. It belongs to me.
Every single one of these moments is mine. It feels greedy to want them so badly. But it feels lucky to have them in my possession. I don't know how long these days will last. Only that so long as they do, I will vow to cherish them.
The hyperbole of my emotions is only magnified in this
But I know that the symphony in my chest is just waiting to strike a chord, waiting for the cue to warm up so that it can play the crescendo for which it's been practicing all these years.
And pay homage to these days. This space.
There are too many things to say, but no way to say it.
So I'll just wait and cherish these days.
And savor this space.