Sunday, May 29

If there is still time

Discard... the strings that hold your limbs, the images that frame your thoughts, the lies that hold you in confusion, the plans that hold you captive, the expectations that make you lose the shine within you.

Forget... what was in the past, what they said about what you should be, what you said you should be, the words that no longer matter.

In case... you should be unsure, you still have my hand to hold as those fools rush in.

In case... I should be unsure, tell me life hasn't much time left.