time passages

How do you measure – measure a year?
In daylights – in sunsets
In midnights – in cups of coffee
In inches – in miles
In laughter – in strife…

Seasons of Love, RENT

In beats

In movements

In Acts

In chapters

Divided by rests; by margins, bleeding to the edges

But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).
I Knew a Woman



There was a time I said, “This is my life. A supporting player, not the star.”
I still think that sometimes. But one should be the protagonist of their own story. It is good and right to foster the well-being of others, especially those you love. It’s not very healthy to write one’s life chapter from the POV of someone else.
So I close a chapter
Turn the page
And restart the clock.


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