unbearable weight of time

I am left with the thought of time. The time of waiting, the time of action. The time spent thinking and dreaming. 

Time feels slow and indescribable until I blink and the day turned to night. Summer turned to Winter. 

We are in an endless motion of time where it's slipping through our fingers while we obsess over the small things, the uncontrollable things, the trivial things.

Time.

It is Unforgivable. Uncomfortable. Unbearable. 

Time.

It is the only consistent thing we have. 

It is what we so desperately clutch in our hands as we march on side by side. 

There is an unbearable weight of time. 

Waiting. 

Wasting. 

Wondering. 

Withering.

Burdened by time until we realise how little time we have. 

To give warm hugs and share meals. To feel the sun on your skin and hear little children laugh. To see sunsets and campfires. 

To say I love you and I am proud of you. 

Time. 

There will never be enough time.

Teneal Kotzé