Time Ripens

Skipping in and out of realities, things start to blur more. Am I 


really dreaming when I’m awake? It never really stops, an 


improvisation of the best kind. But in my mind I can’t see what 


really happens. It’s just a hint of what might happen. So I wait 


until the time ripens. 


The hints are eloquent. The heaviness is in the way their eyes 


seem, when they don’t realize you’re watching. But no one stops 


to stare in these modern day times. The wind sways in many 


ways, pushing you moderately. Clear and present, the energies 


duplicate when you can relate.  


I thought I’ve watched this all before, a déjà vu. Faint is how I 


remember it as. But I couldn’t place my finger on it. Like everything 


that feels vaguely familiar. We’re catching up to the different vibes, 


finally, completing stories, and starting new ones. Its never ending,

 
but I never remember fully, purposely.


But the way I want to feel is never for a second. But all I want to
 do 

is indulge in every moment. But I can’t. Not yet, it’s too early to 
live 

multiple lives. I've got to wait until time ripens.