Monday, September 19, 2016
No. I want to pause time then replay it when needed so I can relive it and so could everyone else in the memory...but then would it just be a photograph?
Better yet, what if I could stretch time? Or hold an intermission during time? At least a breathing time?
No, I want to amend time. Why pause it? Why not capture it along with a variety of other forming memories and make wine out of it and cork it? Then I could sip it when I need it, when I'm lonely, when I'm missing the ones I love.
No, maybe what I really want to do is mend time. I don't mean fix. I want to sew moments together like a quilt and crawl underneath, grow warm there. If only this were possible.
No...what I want to do is bookmark time. Return to that page. Show it those who need to see it so they can see where I'm coming from, why I have the point of view I do. And to share it too.
If only I could punctuate time. Add a comma to slow it down, a dash to speed it onward, a period to stop, or a semi-colon to wait for a while for the inevitable.
Sometimes I don't know what I want. Sometimes time is cruel.