No Time At All

It’s been a while, I know.

But then again, a while is subjective, isn’t it?

The same goes for a minute.

Although it’s really just 60 seconds

Out of an infinite number of seconds

We say it when we feel like it’s been much longer.

But a minute is finite

Just like the days, months and years that pass us by

It’s just 60 seconds in 1 minute

60 minutes in an hour

24 hours in a day

7 days in an week

4 weeks in a month

12 months in a year


And yet…

The days grow longer

And the years become shorter

And the lifetime’s you had in the past

Are just a jumping off point for all the lives waiting in your future.

So, maybe it’s been a while

But maybe it’s really been no time at all.


A Whisper of Love, A Whisper of Hate

One voice spoke in a whisper of love while another spoke in a whisper of hate. The love was soft, endearing and ultimately quiet. The hate was rigid, demeaning and ultimately booming. They spoke over one another, weaved into each other, cut deep through each other. They floated on the ends of a large metal scale. Shifting weight and meaning with each passing minute. For a moment, one would gain the upper hand while the other lost its balance. Hate would rain down in a hailstorm of bullets, spreading fear, injustice and corruption. Love would rise up in outspoken vows and kisses on cheeks. With nods of encouragement and acceptance. They tumbled and fought through the edges of time, always striving to break free from one another. The longer they fought, the stronger they both became. Love rose and exploded like a firework. While hate fell and sliced like a guillotine. Blood spilled from both ends. Tears flowed from each crevice. Screams pierced through the crumbling facade as the decades rose and fell. As the minds of human race expanded in revelation and shrunk in misunderstanding.

They will continue to struggle for an eternity to come.