Time zones, Beloved,
Limit spaces with blurred ends.
Illusion that jails.
One hour makes things different.
Dear, time…. Thanks for the space you just gave for what’s called holiday. Please bless me with nice pace and good vibe again and again like always.
If I forget about your kindness, please remind me gently as I’m fragile. If I take you for granted, please remind me that I’m traveling between your two points: start and end.
Me that is blessed with both negative and positive yet trying to balance at the zero ❣️