the presence of a constructed and rigid measurement of time,
the second, the minute, the hour, the days, the months
i feel confined behind these definitions set up by ones which i do not know
deadlines, time limits, we're bound by something so scarce and unwavering
doesn't it feel limiting to you?
'if only i had more time'
whispers of regret and sorrow
quickly follow the actions which make us human
i hope one day to find it possible
to frolick in the meadows, with no presence of a tick nearby
to breathe in and out at a pace that i have chosen
out of my own volition
sprouted from a sense of freedom
and smell the air, which flows quietly, discretely
until the hours fly by
thank you for reading !
-tent
10:10 PM
12.10.25
woah so much time has already passed since my last post , how odd
haha get it, fits into thing,, yeah
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