Dear Time,

I will NEVER have enough of you. But isn’t that the story of life?

I think the whole world can agree that we spend half of you trying to save or prolong you. Unfortunately, life is a giant hour glass, the sand slipping through my fingers, and I have no way of stopping it. This isn’t meant to come off depressing though, it’s just a fact of life and I like to think that as seconds pass by my only job is to make the most of each tic around the dial. It helps take the pressure of this non-stop forward surge that you can maintain and allows me to step back into relaxed appreciation or grab you by the hand and escape into a seemingly perpetual state of flight.

I can currently be found in the latter, moving at light speed through a blur of the best moments of my life (with dry shampoo as my life support and sleep a hobby if I can fit it in). On paper it could almost seem like there are things you cannot gift me with because no one can keep up with your momentum, but I am at a point in my life where you give no restrictions, only liberation; I can spend you how I want with no stipulations, no regulations, no requirements because you are unique to each individual; this precious realization of your intimate relationship has only added to your dreamy nature!

I love looking back on how you have been filled and what seconds I spent on the floor laughing and which were used to stuff my face with curry, cakes, and coffee. I love reminiscing of you, living through you, and looking forward to you.

l’arte d’arrangiarsi: the art of you is that you were made just for me. Each second is a private party celebrating us. It’s not self-centered, it’s learning how to make nothing into something and I’m making life a party.

Thank you for all that you’ve given me!!

Cherishing yesterday, dreaming tomorrow, living like crazy today

Riley Makenna


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