Remember Me as a Time of Day

I think this is one thing that everyone can write about. It applies to all of us, and depending on who you are, it rules us too.

Time. How strange that in the same moment things can feel like they are comming down to the minute yet the hours dull and transcend, unfamiliar and intangeble...that it can be so far away.

And when those moments finally come they seem to come only when you're off guard...like, "So soon...?"

Moment. Did you know that its one of my favorite words? Moment. Its capacity alone can be so dramatic. So much can weigh upon it, yet it remains so often overlooked. I kind feel like a moment. It fits me perfectly, heh.

Remember as a Time of Day. Remember me a moment.

Hopefully not one of those moments you regret...

Anyway,One thing I mourn is the slaughter of time. So much of it dies meaninglessly, wasted, when it is now that needs to be considered. The earth pays the price for such. We all do. How can it be acceptable to live on like this?

The time to be seized is now. Nothing can wait; we are far too disconnected. Not a second of agony can allow to pass by unnoticed.

I have something deep in my heart I wish to write about; but that is an entirely different subject...and for an entirely different time. My selfishness intercedes; no matter how necessary these cries in the night must be heard, now, I cannot let my time-frame be seen, my limits revealed...because I am a fool.

My question is, would you wait? Or would you seize this stranger's words

right

now?

I close my eyes and clamp my ears to the verdict.