maelynslavik

I like the pace of time. I think that life tends to move on on just the right cadence, and if I had a Time Machine I would use it to lock time at its current pace.

With voices like flint against steel,
we strike against the silence,
catching fire – not to burn, but to blaze a path forward.
We are not the dying cinders of something lost,
but the first furious glow of something rising.

When I think about tomorrow, 

I see the calculus test I have not studied for 

and the five overdue assignments with long-received 

My leisure was over 
quicker than expected. 
Now I'm back to doing homework 
but keep getting distracted. 
Another glance at the clock 
Another 30 minutes gone.