Reverie

Broke a mug today Wiping away the spilled milk Picking up the broken chinks of china Kindness and kinship comes from unexpected places Perhaps they were always there But in my blindspot Always in my blindspot How do we keep missing all that is present right under our noses Hurting the ones closest to us Regrets don't ever stop Do we ever learn?

As you grow up, the stark realisation hits you square in the face that time really is a wonky beast. All of the things that you thought you would do someday don't somehow ever happen. Grief and loss become such inexplicable parts of everyday life that you don't even bat an eye anymore in the face of those perils. Frankly, you don't even have the privilege of sitting with them to ruminate anymore. No need for distractions, you just don't have the 'time'. The unread books gather dust on their shelves, the poems die inside you, the bills keep on piling up relentlessly, every single moment spent with your loved ones becomes precious as you know they may never be repeated again. Every first somehow becomes the last. Changes become so rapid that you feel like the eye of a storm at all times. Every second so precious, every minute valued, every touch cherished, every decision life-changing. #reverie