time

A new and vastly unexplored phenomena: time, and the speed in which it moves. Because in this world, one can never know whether or not time will move quickly, or slowly. And there is no normality--how can there be a routine when the way in which time moves is so sporadic?

One of the most beautiful things about this world is when time moves slowly. Moments can finally be remembered piece by piece, as a series of snapshots in the mind; like pictures from a scrapbook they capture a moment and make it a more vivid memory.

On any given birthday, time could slow down just as the candles are about to be blown out. The event becomes snapshots: the picture of her eyes widening as she takes a deep breath, the first few candles to give up, all the way to the end as the very last candle gives itself to her birthday wish and the only remnant of its light is the trail of silver smoke kissing the sky.

It is so easy to fall into love at first sight when time moves slowly. How could it not be, when each blink is so significant? Walking by someone means so much more, because when gazes meet they linger for so much longer. That wonderful moment when lips curve upward and separate to form a smile is accentuated by the simple fact that it takes longer for the face to accomplish the task. And it is when she turns around to get another glimpse at you: her hair swishes over her shoulder; and it is when you see her eyes widen involuntarily when she sees you again, and it is when she moves her hand to her cheek to brush away a strand of gold, and it is when you feel your heartbeat in your chest.

One of my favorite things to do is jump on a trampoline when time is moving slowly. Because one of the most beautiful things is being in the air and not knowing how long it will be until your feet touch ground again. And being in the air whilst the seconds are ticking by like moments is almost indescribable. It’s like a movie, the first one you saw that truly moved and changed you; purely and unabashedly visual. The sun’s orange rays seem to be closer, the color of the grass and the leaves and the stems of the flowers are all brighter and more enhanced. And that’s what really counts, isn’t it? The colors of the world. It’s strange how it takes being in the air as time is slowed down for you to realize that the ground you are soon approaching really is a beautiful place.

I’ve always believed in moments. A human life is so fragile and so short, and to slow down seems like the only way to ensure appreciation of the world. I wish there were more moments that could be slowed down. Because when time isn’t a factor anymore it becomes so easy to take a deep breath and understand what it means. And over time, I’ve finally realized something.

I believe in wishing and I believe in stars and I believe in today and I believe in tonight. But no matter what I believe in, what really matters is everything that is out there for me to believe in.

Shh, let the time come. But never let it go.