Time progresses like my interest in spraying paint on paperYears ago I got this big box of spray bottles from my sister, only recently have I gotten the courage to try them out. I absolutely adore them now, the randomness, the pigment, it's all so beautiful. But as my love of these ink bottles fluctuates to and fro as I get distracted by the movement of life, I realize time is moving fast.
I used to lie to myself on short days during school saying it was a long day so the day would feel shorter, but it's when life feels too fast that I want to grip onto it and hold it still. Like holding the sides of a slide that is too slippery to feel comfortable in.
This face stares into times soul, clutching onto memories with skinny fingers, accepting the possibility that it is too late. The present is here so let us get confused at the passage of time together.May 29, 2025
I used to lie to myself on short days during school saying it was a long day so the day would feel shorter, but it's when life feels too fast that I want to grip onto it and hold it still. Like holding the sides of a slide that is too slippery to feel comfortable in.
This face stares into times soul, clutching onto memories with skinny fingers, accepting the possibility that it is too late. The present is here so let us get confused at the passage of time together.May 29, 2025
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