Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Rift

Rift

There always seems to be a time in which everything is cramped; deadlines everywhere; the crunch time to get everything done; the mind overwhelmed with thoughts; like being in an elevator with the max capacity so much that the elevator wobbles uncomfortably when a person sneezes; or like being on a Japanese subway during rush hours; or a PNE line for the rollercoaster that weaves in backandforthandbackandforthandbackandforth.

Take

A

Breather

And


Blink


And


Think.


We'll get through this.
And look back at this.
And see how time passed
So. So. Quick and fast
Like jumping over a rift.

Step.

Step.

Leap.






Drop.

Made the landing.

Wren

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