from the poem below. i saw this like two weeks ago and i havenโt been able to stop thinking about it. no matter how incredible a poem or any other form of art can be, at the end of the day itโs action that brings the material change. no poem to free you.
i dislike that we can't count on time to always feel the same. obviously there's no changing that but how am i supposed to come up with a routine that works for me in all seasons ??? i want to be able to count on sunlight, to expect it and expect a day to feel like a day. then, maybe i could feel happier in owning how i change from day to day. what is the answer to experiencing ?
i'd be lying if i said today (dst) i wasn't so happy with the clock change. now, i'm no fan of the unnecessary hassle... but i love sunlight!! today i was 21 and i cut up tomatoes and had so much fun, taking in this strange new sunlight as the daffodils wilted and i thought about last night, when we all went clubbing. yes to longer days!!
