Sunday, May 3, 2015


In my 27 years of life, time is still a strange and wild concept. In the anticipatory longing to be in a place; hours, days, and months seem to move by as slow as the crab inching it's way from the shore back into the ocean. Once arrival has settled in, the same hours, days, and months take on a whole new effect. They pass as if the tide is rolling in. Wave after wave. Each day becoming tomorrow before you count how many you have seen. Time can move slowly for one, as his neighbor's watch spins in circles. Time can seem like it has lasted, while for others time is no longer. Time can heal and time can hinder. But this concept of time allows me to look forward to heaven, when there will be no concept at all. Its been two weeks here and it feels like I never left. 

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