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Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.

I read this today and it made me really think.



I wish i didn't feel like i had to race threw the day, just to get home and put more off for tomorrow.

When does enough become enough?

Do we really have time to enjoy the small things in life or are we so demanding to get ahead that we've lost what small grasp we hold on humanity.



Where has our compassion for enthusiasm gone and why does it feel like we only express it out of politeness.

What if mother is gone tomorrow, would it be then when we realize what all we missed, only then are we guilt ridden with all the things we said we were going to do but never found the the time for.

Our humanity is screaming out from our robotic shells, should we listen?

"Enjoy the rain, go insane, and don't complain about the weather."

I'm telling my self this now because it is the bitter i taste and the sweet that i dream. I love you so much and i am sorry I've been so weighed down with this enormous amount of nothing. I know that you are my something now and that life was all but a dream i so wanted but never could touch and this has made you so angry.

Cast it away and taste your dream, taste the rain, let it cleanse your coffee stained teeth; let it wash those dirty hands of shame. Look and find that burst of sunlight that sprays from those gloomy clouds and may it warm your cold heart and bring you down to your knees. Plant your roots here my love, bloom into that girl you once were, that girl i know you can be, i know she's still there because she is in me.