Time slowly passes

A Story by Erik Hirsch

When you are feeling alone it feels like time slowly passes.

When you are alone and feeling depressed it feels as though time slowly passes because you are waiting,

waiting for a time where you can be back to your old self as happy as you were.

When you are waiting you are constantly reminded of what once was and how the time slowly changes to something new.

Something new is always a constant refuge for some whereas I am forever doomed to be in the same pattern of sadness, there's always a need to be loved, wanted and to be not alone.

Alone is what I feel when I am without you in my heart and in my pressence, I constantly think of you,

look at your pictures and write secret notes to you out of my love for you because you are what keeps me going strong and not give up the fight of my life.

We both agreed on patience but to me patience is another word for Hell, Hell is where all bad children go whether it is when they are grown up ready to face the world or when they are still small.

When I wait for you, I always think of the good things like when we first met the act of perfect timing,

but I often think of the bad things as well, my past breathing down my neck like a mother who watches everything her child does whether it's right wrong or indifferent.

The time comes to me as though it was a flower that only blooms once every 6 years.

The love you provide me is enough to remind me of the troubles of my life are soon to be over because this is new and this is my shelter.

I write to you secret love notes not because I want them to be undiscovered but because it makes me feel I am closer to you and that the feelings you provide me will never end.