Pinecone Poem - 1. Chapter 1

Blink. A minute.

Yawn. It’s a year gone.

What have I done with the last few months

The last few years.

It’s going too fast, so much has happened

And yet nothing at all.

This shouldn’t never happen to someone like me, I will survive the centuries past

Time makes me so angry.

It’s a race I will never win

Time reminds me of all the accomplishments I never reached, or should have reached

It’s a climbing rope that I can’t manage to get hold of.

The standards are painful, the meaning lost and the ending is always a secret

I try to relive the moments of the past to feel as good as I used to back then

Begging for those endorphins, to be free, to be crazy, to scream out, to live

You can’t relive moments, you frame them, nod to them as you pass them by

You can’t relive the emotions, the feelings, it’s never the same, things have changed

And change is humanity.

Now I appreciate that I even had the time at all

Time is not the enemy

It is okay to not understand every moment.

It is okay to not remember every face that passes you by.

I look forward to all that time can give me.

It will be a one more breath until the lights go out.

And I am okay with that.