There was never enough time.
No time for the things that mattered but were not deemed essential.
No time for the space that was given no paths to traverse.
None for the slow breath that could have allowed a pause
In the constant
Because there was never time.
Too much buzzed already
From the break of dawn to the collapse of night.
No time for
And so, she stopped it.
She let the hands rest.
Let the heart expand inside the fluttering confines of the
She let the breeze
The leaves, believe.
The ground stretch long and wide beneath
The skies expand across
The space that had
Allow itself to be
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
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