The confines of time
Push and pull
Until the one who tugs
On the other end
finds me.

My life doesn’t always fit
neat and tidy into a space.
It is impulsive,
yet stable,
yet predictable.

Time has a way of spinning
its own threads.
Moments will determine a journey
that turns into a lifetime
where two strand holders
meet in the middle,
the beauty and color
within themselves.