I sometimes feel there is still light inside me.
Waiting for that moment to burst out, take over.
Become the space, become the time.
I sometimes hear the whispers of the breeze.
And though I want to listen, I close my eyes and dream of what could have been.
I sometimes know that you and I are merely shadows of the past, that need to be replaced by the memory of now.
And then I remember of what was and what will.
I sometimes forget the time and focus at some.
But I sometimes wish, I sometimes know, that one day I will forget the some and focus on the time.
The time of change, the time of light, the time of no time.
by Maria Hadjistylli