Words can only go so far

And when they’re gone it’s left to the heart.

I’ve tried to find the words to say

But the problem with words is they can be erased.

And it makes it hard for me to figure how to say

That everything you do just takes my breath away.

And all I can do is smile

And hope that you stay for just a little while more

And do all the things that we adore.

All I’m asking for

Is a little more time galore.

With you

But these words can only go so far

So I hope that you’re hearing my heart.

<3 :)

Letting Go

      For me, time passes by way too quickly. When I was younger I would anticipate certain milestones such as going to high school and getting my driver’s license. At first, it seemed time couldn't come quick enough, but by the time I became a freshman I realized that I should probably slow down and enjoy my time; after all, my long anticipated liberation from an awkward childhood was steadily becoming my reality and I knew that it would soon take over. Now, whether I am enjoying myself or I am under a time sensitive stress, minutes and hours of a day pass too quickly. I try to make the most of every hour during my day so that each day of my week is filled with things that are worth my time. This makes it a lot easier for me because it’s comforting to know that I am spending my time wisely. I try to continually keep this habit of perspective in check so that I will not waste my current time while being anxious for another time—whether it be past or present.

      This past year has been the most prevalent in my desire to hold on to time. The people I have met, the family I have lost, the things I have learned, and the sense of stability I have acquired in the past year have all contributed to my reluctance to move forward. I will be moving soon, and the days are literally counting down to a new season of change in my life.  A season where most of the things on that list vanish or are all of a sudden made irrelevant and trivial. Thinking about this pains me because part of me—a very large part—doesn't want to let go. The other part of me however, knows how important my perspective is of this situation. By keeping a clear perspective of the future, but still a grateful attitude for the present, my pain is eased and time becomes and accessory in my life—an accessory that, rather than stealing precious moments, makes them possible.