I watch time tick by.
There are pages to read and sleep to greet,
But all I can do is sit and stare.
I have so many thoughts running in a blur,
Yet my mind is empty.
All I can manage is muttered high nothings to myself.
I remember resting my head and hearing a heart pounding.
It pounds so hard I can feel the pulses - and sense the excitement.
~Could you hear it in your head~
~Did you feel like you were racing~
~Were you nervous~
I check myself to see if my heart races as well;
My breathing is stable but it takes a conscious effort.
The moment was perfect,
Time was frozen as we stood
Reading old words and asking new questions.
Don't worry about time. Subjective.
There is no fast or slow,
Only comfortable and uncomfortable.
Stereotypes are overrated, mundane,
So let's forge our own story.
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