How Much Life is Spent
What is it?
Another day, here.
Another day anywhere.
Sky blue. Behind the white.
Sky black, behind the blue.
Sky infinite.
And another day.
So many days, into years, into so many days.
Still gone by.
And more.
Who offers time to us?
Who gives it meaning?
Is it ourselves, or is it us, or is it just me, for me?
This may hurt a little. It may hurt a lot.
It may hurt forever.
This may feel great. This may feel fantastic.
But only for a moment.
And it will heal.
Love when you can.
Love when you cannot.
Love when it’s impossible.
Possibility, always.
Give time to your day, and give your days back to time.
It goes on forever, tho’ forever never comes.
And yet it is never changes. And is never the same.
Learn to live in the sliver between them. That is the day.
Let it hurt. Let it feel great. Let it heal.
The only time wasted is the time you don’t spend.
Another day.
Brian Todd Barnette
