Sometimes, I wish I could suspend time. I wish I could take out its batteries.
I’ve tried taking a million mental photographs and I’ve shuffled through them all, sitting cross-legged in the wisps of the past. I’ve tried taking measures to imprint them in my mind, before that day comes, when I know I have to let go.
But time always races forward and eventually, it’ll loom closer, that ‘date.’ That date you dread and very unwillingly count down to til soon enough, (always too late) it hits you that things will be really different…
Because once that day comes and passes, you can’t and won’t be the same person again.
But then again, why would you want to be?