I saw her
And everything stopped
But I recognized
I was attracted to the moment
I didn’t know her
And I continued on
No one heard time stop
No one heard a heart that was saved
I’m tired
I’m tired
Of this age
Of knowing
I say less
But write more
And I can’t even write letters anymore
I’m just tired …
Maybe there is a hiatus
But is there a hiatus to escape from ones self?
Ones outlook?

Beautifully written 🍁
Thank you
Writings like these really need to be appreciated