• life,
    it moves, at
    a break neck
    pace. Many things
    we get thrown into,
    lifes with no merit,
    acomplishments, with
    no perpous.

    How do we slow it down,
    make the small things
    last, have every moment
    be as vivid, and perfict
    as the most butifal painting.

    we have to stop
    the rush and hurry,
    make time for
    simple things,
    be alone and
    stay still in
    quiet.

    so that thoughts can emerge,
    of things that were, things
    that are, and of things that you
    could be in the future, these
    thoughts are deep and troublin,

    but if you stop,
    to think of them
    they will come,
    and you can
    be at peace,