Time

It passes slowly when you watch it.
It makes you go crazy.
The more you want of it, the less you have.
The less you want it, the more you have.
How ridiculous it is to watch a pot boil.
But we do it. Day in and day out.
You sit there with your phone.
Checking the time.
Moving the mouse so the screensaver goes off, just to check the time.
Why is a watch called a watch if we weren't meant to watch time?
But souls, they don't know the difference.
Every second is eternity.
Every minute is forever.
In order to forget about time,
souls must be together.

- Mailyne

Sometimes

I love being a Mother.
But sometimes, I wish I could just enjoy the little things as easily as before.
Like something as simple as taking a walk at night and feel the snow fall down all around me.
Without having to worry about a babysitter. Or whether or not their car will get stuck in the car parking lot.

The day of love

It's not about chocolate
It's not about cards
It's all about what you feel
Coming from your heart
It's not about gifts
It's not about buying
It's all about how much
You're trying
To be a better husband, wife or friend
It's all about how much love and kindness you give in the end.

Happy Valentines Day!

A thought

Is it possible for one to need to never be attached, to be loosely loved at a distance yet loved closely at the same time. To love solitude more than companionship but need companionship to love solitude. Is it possible to be forever restless yet happy and miserable all at once. Is it the way for some to live, to need freedom yet crave togetherness and hate it when it comes, yet miss it when it's gone. Is it madness or is it part of what makes life so beautiful, amazing and unpredictable; the self torture that moves the spirit to create anything and everything.

I lied

That last post was a lie. I am not looking forward to winter. I hate the fucking cold.