There are many unknowns in this world, and I personally don’t know much about any of those topics. So, on this fine night I’ve decided to write a little about the one unknown that I have on my thoughts that consistently appears in my mind. Time. Now, you are probably questioning the exact unknownness about time, and there are many things, but I’m just going to cover one.

What would life be like if we weren’t controlled by time? That can be a confusing question for some, and the only reason I have an understanding of it is because I ask myself it constantly. We don’t really realize it, but time controls us. When we eat, when we wake up and sleep, when we go to work and get off. There once was a time before when we weren’t controlled by time, and I wonder how that felt? What it was like to live in such a world where we are free from times control.

I hope to one day be free from its clutches in the future. Though, it is very unlikely to happen considering that would most likely require me to have a lot of money, a lot of freedom, and most probably a place far from others. So, this is obviously some pretty wishful thinking I have here.

So then, what would life be like without time to control us? I can’t really imagine a clear image, but I do see life going a bit differently. Doing things when we want or when things seemed to be needing done instead of on a weird schedule. Being able to enjoy the quiet moments without worrying about it ending. Being able to enjoy someone’s presence without worry of having to leave soon to go somewhere because you’re out of time. Things would be so different, at least, I believe so. What do you think? Would things be different without the concept of time, or would it still be the same?

When you live in a world where lies leave scars on your body, you’d think that people would learn not to. But of course, that doesn’t stop anyone. One day, I ended up taking a lie too far. I didn’t mean to, I was upset with my sister and yelled something she believed true.

“I hope you die!”

Excruciating pain spread across my chest, she left, and then the next day we found her dead.

I couldn’t help but hold my breath as a flash of what just happened blinded me for a moment. Groaning, I quickly pinch myself to make sure I’m not having another weird dream, and of course I ended up doing it too hard and cut myself with my nail, causing blood to slightly bead its way onto my skin. “Ow, damnit, why couldn’t it be some stupid dream and with none of this nonesense happening!?” I accidently yelled out, causing my partner-in-crime to give me a look that clearly read,’how stupid are you?’

I glared at him and he started laughing. “Come on Milly, it really isn’t that bad.” I, in return, gave him what I hoped was an even harsher glare. He really didn’t know how to take things seriously, and I desperately wished he would for at least this problem.

“Yeah, well, it will be when the cops find out,” I grumbled out, immediately feeling light push on my arm.

“You’re so dramatic sometimes, it’s just a few dead bodies~”

Dear me,

I believe it is about time I apologized to you. I’ve done a few things to you over the years that just aren’t very forgivable and I know that no matter how forgiving of others you are, we both know that the hardest things to forgive are things done to you by you. I don’t ask for forgiveness though, only that you listen to me now. Although the path is slippery and I whisper quietly in our mind that we can’t make it, that others don’t love us and can never love us even when they say they do, that we don’t deserve anything good in life, it is a lie. You know it is, but the words are suffocating, and have a tight hold on us. I still believe in them more than I should, but one day we will grow beyond these words, and believe in ourselves more than these lies that whisper through our mind.

I know that you may see this as its own lie, as I continue to whisper the other negatives into our mind, clouding it with doubt and sadness, but a little part of you, a part still clinging to hope and the flickering light of happyness knows that things will get better, and that we deserve a good life. Sadness will cling to us for the rest of our life, sometimes choking us, sometimes only a shadow in the back of our mind. It lives with everyone, and we must learn how to live with it in a healthy way, like many others out there. We can not let it control us for the rest of our lives.

But for now, as you learn that some things, even when you believe it so, are lies, while others are the truth you need. At least accept this truth, as you struggle to accept the others, there is hope. Even if just a flicker of hope, there is hope that things will be alright. And it is our truth. Our truth that we will build together.

sincerely, me

This isn't a very old piece, made it sometime in 2017 for my creative writing class, but it was definitely an experience. We were assigned to combine 5 haiku's together to make a sort of story. Poetry isn't my strong suit, although I do enjoy this one and thought it would be a good one to share. I hope you enjoy it!

The trees danced softly

As the fairies called the wind

Leaving a hushed sound.

The moon shined brightly

Reflecting off the lakes top

Showing a small girl.

The girl was crouched down

Her hands within the lakes depths

Fish swam around them.

She watched the fairies

Their dance captivating her

Laughter filled the air.

The girls voice soon joined

A soft echo among theirs

Then she vanished, gone.

- AmberWolve