Time

"And the things that keep us apart keep me alive,
and the things that keep me alive keep me alone."

Funny thing about time, it just keeps rolling.

It's hard for me to think it's been three months since I've seen my sister. Two since I've seen my mom. Four since I've seen my dad. It's weird because it begins to feel like this continuum. It's unimaginably long and unbelievably short at the same time. It begins to feel like time stops, although I know it keeps moving. It just keeps rolling by.

A majority of the time I wondering where I'm headed. What is it I'm hoping to find? Hoping to reach? Then I begin to wonder would it even help knowing? I usually conclude that it wouldn't. Because any answers wouldn't keep me from moving forward. That's all you can do. Keep moving forward, right along with time. Just keeping rolling on.

The seasons shuffle like playing cards. Before I realize it, Spring is appearing. Life is reappearing, but it seems jaded. It feels muted here. I just keep waiting. Waiting for Spring. The rain feels good. It darkens the branches and ground. The green looks bright. Soft, clean, new. It is my hope. My proof that time is moving forward. Rolling.