
Time moved slow today,
like it did
when I was a child.
It’s a beautiful thing
to regain a part of me
I thought was lost
in my childhood,
succumbed to time
and disassociating aging.
Alas I have garnered it,
made it my own,
welcomed it whole.
Sometimes it’s best to
feel the slowness of time
how the day moves at the pace
you choose to be present
with the hours, not wanting
to speed up, embracing boredom
like an old friend our society
tries to hide with apps and
not wanting to be left behind.
Great message! I often forget the power of boredom and just slowing down. Thank you!
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