Counter-movement: the limits of time

I was sure that I was enough... But everything has a reasonable limit and now, as if having wiped off the brake pads, I am not kept in place. I've always been skeptical of the phrase "wasting time", although even now I don't fully share its essence... but I look at things from a different perspective. The point is not in not wasting time or saving it for accomplishments, feats or finding one's way... The point is that if you have to stop without oncoming movement for a long time, then sooner or later such movement will stop, and the paths will separate in different directions. © If you want to go - go, if you want to forget - forget, just know that at the end of the path nothing can be returned.

The prognosis said:
it might rain, I'm an umbrella.
I didn't take it on purpose.
The rain will wash away the smell
your spirits,
That they've become terribly ingrained
And in my hair and in my collar
my coat,
In the wrists, and even in the lips.
Let a hurricane attack
squall
And wiped that odor off roughly
⠀
I wouldn't shut him out,
I'm over
it's okay
I'd face the storm in silence
On the highest tower.
And the wind would whip me,
Fumbling, revitalizing his
cold.
And the birds would cry out in their own words:
⠀
"You don't need him anymore."

© Tonya Kuzmich

You don't want to make sacrifices and deliberately go along with the entreaties, lest you get a snowball of irritability, problems, ambiguities, mistrust, misunderstandings and resentment in the future. If not the first 20 minutes, as I believe, you should definitely have your eyes opened tomorrow. Whether you put a dot or many dots is only your decision, for which you are responsible.

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