I believe there is no happiness or love in this world until it arrives.

I believe there is no happiness or love in this world until it arrives. All things arrive. The sky so vast, a person could get lost within it and the last raindrops of a passing storm missed as deeply as a lover. Perhaps once, they didn't exist at all and, in their place, emptiness.

I have known those empty places and found they were not empty at all. I was simply too early, and all the things I wished for, had not yet arrived.

Time is forever and we are so fleeting. Some, far less. In this vastness, emptiness is not the tormentor, time itself is. And all of those lost moments will remain forever unspoken while waiting to simply feel.

Each season brings anew, for good or bad, and all that matters is the strength to travel this earth, and it's time:

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Vampire.

I note the decades passing by with as much value as what I leave in the toilet, and find despair in each aging line on a loved one's face, knowing I am the most helpless of all. Time stands still in those moments, until it takes another part of me to the grave. Piece by piece. I am imprisoned within time itself and eternally burdened with layer upon layer of grief and hardened misery suffered throughout my existence. The miles traveled long, the wear hard, not the kind of injury that ever soften

A flower will not grow no matter how many tears fall upon it, yet in time it will flourish, and sitting by its side waiting for it to arrive, is I feel so much better than losing oneself to the cruelty of time, and all hope within it.

For you, to see time as I do, and seasons, as I do, for the anticipation of what can be, I wish these things to be.

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