Chapter 1: On the perception of time
On the perception of time
The alarm went off, and I didn’t even notice.
Maybe time has passed, and I haven’t slept yet.
I look at the bookshelf and all the books I haven’t read.
All the movies I haven’t watched.
All the songs I haven’t listened to.
Every minute I spent scrolling through the screen of my phone,
overthinking things that lead me nowhere.
Oh, how I wish I could go back
to living life lightly, as it should be.
But there’s no way to decipher
how much time you have left.
So all I can do is ask:
if today were your last day,
what would you say to me?
Did you live well, my dear,
or would you go back
and live much more than just one life?
I write poetry the way I experience the world — in fragments, feelings, and moments that don’t always ask to be understood, only felt.
Some poems are inspired by moments, feelings, and conversations explored more deeply in my ongoing story, The Other Side.
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