I've been trying to write about so many things lately, but can't find the words to dress them in. It seems they will have to go unloved and forgotten for now while other things are given attention.
My head is dancing in circles and my heart aches for stability. In twelve hours, my life will change yet again. The pace will quicken and stress will rise. The faces will change and I'll rearrange them to fit the memories of things I long to see again. It's just not the same. It never is.
I feel cheated by time. Life is a series of moments and time is the one that keeps these moments transient. Moves us through the bad and shoves us passed the good.
As soon as I'm settled, accustomed, and content, time ruins its own precious moments.
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