time

where have you gone?  I want you back, tucked deep inside, for me to pull out whenever I need you.  But alas, you're gone.  You've left me, and the moments keep ticking on.  I cannot slow you down, or stall you a bit.  I miss you.

a little cursive practice.  I woke up and my words to myself, my late night play time, were still there, telling me, reminding me.  A little piece of last night still present.  I think time slowed just a bit for me.  Thank you.