Picture

One of the best pictures I've ever taken is one I struggle to look at. 
At one point I even framed it, but I had to take it down.

It was more than just an image.
It was a melancholy memory that I mistakingly forced between wood and glass.

It was a moment in time that should always remain just that. Nothing more, nothing less.

Free

Within those moments 
my entire reality became suspended.
It felt like the idea of time
no longer concerned me
and that I had finally found
my long-sought peace.

Gone were the worries
and intrusive thoughts
hindering my existence.
The world around me
had simply faded away...
and all I felt was free.

Time

I hate time. I wish it would stop. 

I wish time would pause, take a break, and forget to restart.

I wish that the hands on the clock would inexplicably stop ticking their way through moments that will never come back and that the squares on every calendar were occupied with events that would never occur.

I wish that the future didn't exist so that my days with you were countless.

I wish that time would simply stop so that my life with you was endless.