Don’t tell me time is ticking tocking like a heart beat flub and dubbing uncontrolled by human mind and film still doesn’t make it so.
Waiting makes an hour a hundred-twenty minutes longer on some days that could instead see seven sunsets happening all together on a single Friday afternoon. It takes a longer minute to await arrival of a want than the shorter minute when a deadline looms, and bad news travels fast and good news slow we know this in our flub-dubbing hearts we know inside our minds that time’s not true.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Flashback to 6th period in high school.
Hi, I’m Garnet. Nice to meet you.
I love this way of thinking and writing. Open, fluttering thoughts weaving across the mind page.
I blog to evolve, learn and bridge to other places in myself and others.
Please come say hello. I’d like to exchange links, if you’d be interested.
Sincerely,
Garnet the Glittering Muse