#2

Stand Still

I’ve always been obsessed with the idea of the world standing still.

It’s always, “go, go, go!“

But I’m sick of feeling like time is slipping through my fingers. I’m tired. I’m tired of chasing, or waiting, or hoping. Whatever this is.

I just want a second to stand still for hours- a type of break. Time that I don’t have to worry is running out.

Could you be there, too?

I’ve felt a million feelings, and I’ve learned a million different words to describe them, but its always this sand-through-the-sifter feeling. Eventually everything falls out and you just can’t keep track of it all.

Like the beautiful choir’s music, or the classroom dance party.

It’s all fading away.

Or the day we spent searching- the yellows, reds, greens and oranges I can hardly see anymore.

The night I held your hand for the first time, the song you sang hours before that, at the top of your lungs.

We were halfway there.

I really don’t want to say goodbye just yet.

It can’t be time for the leaves to fall from their branches.

Just… stay here.

Stay here.