I’m walking out of the high school front doors. Security is ridiculous. Not because it’s overkill, but because it’s impossible to enforce.

It’s misting outside, enough to cover your windshield, but not enough to use the wipers. Fifty four, overcast. A crow chokes on the air and flaps over the school’s sign, passing me walking on Acacia Lane. The blacktop is mottled damp, little pools where the road crew missed.

and the shadow of the day
will embrace the world in grey

I would give anything – anything – to be able to save a moment. Capture the sound flying around your head, the scent of the air whispering past and the fabric of something concrete under your feet. To take in over and over again the visual, aural, tactile atmosphere of a moment.

The tragedy, to me, is time. We’re only given a second to take everything in before having it torn away, shreds replaced with something new.

If time could just stop – give us a chance to explore now, to take in the world without being forced forward. Give us an eternity without time, where infinity can be sought out from every angle.

and I
just wish that I didn’t feel
like there was
something I
missed

but you, you will be alone
with all your secrets
and regrets
don’t lie