iām just gonna throw this poem out there
existing in the thick of it these days. time has become laudable but not in the way you think it would be. I crave more time to make less mistakes, crave more time to make up loss time, asking for more time to just breathe. asking to feel time in the silence, and not in a bad way either just peace in itās natural form. this poem is about time, but it wasnāt intended to be. - Liv.















