Some stories need pictures – moving or otherwise… others don’t.
You’ll decide when you craft your own – as and when you do.
Whether that is out loud for anyone to see and or hear… or just between you and your thoughts while you’re in the shower or the traffic, or when you have one of those pretend-arguments in your head where you get to say all the things you would have said – when you weren’t so on the spot…
Because you feel them, then, and they make such perfect sense to you in that space!
There are always going to be minutes, months and moments… that do, and that don’t matter.
So… with that in mind, does it then make more– or less sense to you when you hear the words:
“Time goes by… so slowly…”
Because there are always going to be minutes, months and moments… that do or don’t, and that did or didn’t matter. Still, dance among them we will! When they are sacred to us – sounded-out through pain or pride… prominent and bold or in the bereaving between us… because you feel them, then … and they make such perfect sense to you in that space.
when you think back
before the dip
of a trip
you never took the pill for
into a game
you couldn’t stop
or opt out of
never pass begin
you laughed about
until it swallowed you in
but how can you make
too much of a noise
about what you thought
a little lacking in poise…
© Dylan Balkind
Some stories need pictures – moving or otherwise… others don’t. Hello World. I am here