Time Heals Everything

Time, I've discovered, is my strongest ally and greatest foe.

It truly healed some things. I regret causing pain, but the slow-footed, blurry days have long since passed. Some days seem to drag on like a club-footed giant. Four years have taught me many new ways to see the world and myself, for all the foibles and flaws.

Time estranged me from family and friends. And not just a two- or three-hour difference of time zone. Not calling every week. Letting months go by between phone calls, claiming work kept me busy or that I would be interrupting their time. When a friend calls a friend, it may interrupt something, but it is never an annoyance. I retreated, like a turtle, into my own comfortable world once more. Though I am not a duck. Far from it. I feel as though some days the mirror's reflection holds greater sway on my day's outlook than the eyes viewing the world.

Time is wasting

Time is walking

You ain't no friend of mine

I don't know where I'm goin'

I think I'm out of my mind

thinking about time.