Tick'd

Don't watch the pendulum swing.

Why waste time keeping time?
As soon as you grasp what it is, it's gone.
So, why ever hold it at all?

Time flows, and second tick by.

We've lived for so many years.
I wonder how many were to count time's count?

Don't keep count of your hours.
Live them.

Lost on the path of everything else

The mind wanders.

Do the curious lose track of life?

Do the one-tracks live their life in a box?

Do the overthinkers attempt to prevent it all?

Water will run,
wind will blow,
and thunder will follow it's quick brother.

But when the mind wanders,
will you follow it's trail?

Dear Ambulence Rider,

I hope you're alright.
I hope you'll be out tonight.

I hope they are kind,
those that carry you.

I hope that the dark items pass,
and that you'll be fine by the time you're free.

I hope you don't worry much,
 and that your close ones are close.

And I hope that at least one hope comes true.

Signed,

Someone that doesn't know you

These ashes

I attempted to burn the darker side of me today.

All the sadness,
all the desires,
all the anger,
and the emptiness.

And even something that I can't now remember.

I attached them to a worldly thing, ignited it,
and watched as a being of pure energy licked it up.
It died afterwards.

Only the ashes remain.

Always the ashes remain.

And if these ashes remain...

Does it mean it's never truly gone?