all You have Is Time

the time wasn't then
it wasn't the time then
and the time isn't now
because you're in another place now
but when we were back there, it felt like the time for me
back there wasn't the time for you?
ok i get it now.
how bout now?
no. not the time either?
we did have some good times though right?
back then i mean.
yeah.
well when will it be the time? you think maybe sometime soon?
i don't really know, times change, you get it right?
understand you mean?
yes?
not this time.
time is on our side
yes. this is true
but sometime from now, maybe in the next 50 years, the time will be right and we can spend more time together.
more time together you say?
yeah, well, right now is the time for someone else, and once i'm done wasting time with them, then i'll see that time is catching up with me and it'll be the time for you and i.
hmmmm
so it's a question of time right?
i think if the time wasn't then, then the time will never be now, or any time from now.
but there's not telling when the time is right, it just happens.

this is true, but if the time didn't happen back there, when the timing felt right, then the time will never be right again.

so why waste our fucking time?

http://www.shutfthefuckupplease.com

hey
brain!
shut the fuck up huh?
it's 4 am now
and i'm trying to get down to bed
a little sleep
but you don't seem to want that
you keep talking
and running
slow down just for a bit
because the body is crying for a break
so hey
brain
i don't like it when we're half asleep
and you start babbling on about
how to put the screen back on the window
in the most efficient way
or how to tuck the blankets into the side of the bed
so they don't get pulled out
in the middle of the night
can we please both stop starring at the shadows
slow dancing on the ceiling
so hey
you
brain
now that i think about it
keep giving me these thoughts
because at least you're operating effectively
and firing on all cylinders
which is more than i can say
for 90% of the people that pass
in front of our eyes
so keep them thoughts coming
we'll find a way to cope

Joan

tonight,
i was going to go home,
tonight,
i was planning on drinking alone,
but somehow
i ended up
at a jazz place
with a frank sinatra look-a-like
and he sang
until tears ran out of
his brown
not blue
eyes
i sat next to a woman
not girl
who was 65
she was interesting
somewhat distracting
and more informative
than all of you combined
she is wrinkled
and old
13 minute older
than her sister
we talked
and smoked cigarettes
a classy lady
that puts all of you to rest
joan
you are sexy
because you have a brain
and it's unfortunate
that i meet you now
at 65 years
35 beyond your prime
your husband died
and you battled with cancer
but your opinions
your hopes
your humanity
won me over
and you asked nothing of me
but to be your friend
and damn if i'll be
someone there
that will learn
that will listen
until
you whisper your last dying breath
and it might seem awkward
to you who don't understand
but woman like joan
are what makes
a man
a man
i wish women now
could have that kind of loyalty
that kind of fight
that kind of fierce
underrating laugh
that tugs at my inner being
a true women
in the sense of the word
a women who's had everything
lost it all
and now wants
nothing
more
than to be adored
and have her head
rubbed
until
she fades into sleep
a women
a definitive
being