I borrowed time and…
Forgot to return it
I slipped it in my pocket,
Like loose change
I wore it like perfume,
A scent of the moments I didn’t earn
Mornings came slower,
Nights stretched sideways
Clocks looked at me,
Laughing and mocking me
Mirrors blinked in disgust,
A calendar coughed in the corner
While pages wrinkled under my guilt
Now that I plant the seconds in soil,
I water them with silence and sighs
Because how do you return something
Which is stitched into your skin?
Hi, I’m Anurati, and my name means sign of love一and that’s exactly what I try to leave in everything I create. I’m a very bright and optimistic person who loves the word ‘hope’. Well, I have a lot of hobbies: I write poems, I draw, I cook, and I also love junk journaling. I’m a lover of small things, and I find joy in them. I love warm new notebooks, handwritten letters, poems, pressed flowers, and stories that stay with me for a long time even after they end. I believe in finding the beauty in every day, in spreading kindness without reason, and in dreaming, even when things get very messy and chaotic. I’m an endlessly curious girl, and I would probably live inside a library if I ever got the chance. I am very fond of reading books, and I love classics, especially Anne of Green Gables. I’m still learning and reading my way through the world, and I’m always ready to give someone a hug or help them.
1 Comment
butterscott11037
honestly, time flies by so fast, stealing it seems like the only thing we can do… even if the entirety of the universe gets bent, we as humans just can’t help but keep a few of those seconds to ourselves now, can we?