ss

These are times where I can catch up with life, only to find it leaving me in the dust again, me trying to catch up with it once more. Does it always feel this way, I wonder? As time moves faster and faster, and I seem to want to go slower so I can take it all in, I cannot help the sensations I experience as I watch life racing by, trying to grasp the edge of it and hold it so I'm not left behind.

Everyone knows my addiction to feeling things, life mainly, and it's never going to be okay that I don't touch and feel everything. Sometimes I just want to sit and drink in the sweetness that life seems to be dripping with, and watch. I'm not really sure there is much time for this, but there is time nevertheless. I'm pretty certain that I have never been much good at waiting, but for now, I'm practicing the art of silent sitting.