i’ve been telling myself over and over again,
that tonight was an unlikely time to be writing.
everything always had to be untimely, i realized.
they all seem to.
but is time the only way to know if things were right?
right time, wrong time,
right thing, wrong thing,
right person, wrong person,
right choice, wrong choice.
you do the permutations.
so what if time had nothing to do with it?
what if time was a mere parallel circumstance?
what if time was beside the point?
would you still know if things were right?
Reblogged this on overcast and hazy and commented:
I bet I was sad this time last year. 🤔