A Chat Along the Way

July 25, 2010
When i was young i took time.

Time to feel.

Time to taste.

Time to wonder.

Time to realize.

Time to enjoy.

Feel the comfort.

Taste the bitter sweet sorrow.

Wonder about my very existance.

Realize how things could be.

Enjoy the way it was.

Maturing clasped my eyes open, never allowed to sleep.

Time to feel the uneasiness.

Time to taste the molded memories, faint and forgotten.

Time to wonder why it had accumulated to become.

Time to realize the disgust.

Time to enjoy the moments not thought of.

Deal with what had been set in concrete.

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