Pumping and yelling at me,
My chest pounds in a rhythmic fashion, trying
To keep the blood flowing with every heartbeat.
Going and going again. 72 more words
Days and hours and years are not time, but merely vessels for it, and too often they are empty. The world stands still, timeless and empty, until an act of generosity changes it in an instant and sends it soaring through arcs of rich seasons, moment after spinning moment of racing beauty. 25 more words