nothing sara emira

Oh, time, If I could reach out, I’d grab you

Take a moment

To wallow in nothingness Or two Hold you tight

(or ten...)

To become one with my breath To watch paint dry and grass grow To escape the burden of constant connection And the grind that never ends

I rebuke my past self For not appreciating those moments of freedom For not letting them live idly For not giving myself time to breathe

For filling every hour of every day with a new endeavour

Oh, time, If I could take you back, You’d be surprised by how many roads I’d leave untravelled stories I’d leave unwritten all without a sliver of regret

Because sometimes, nothing feels better Than just doing

Nothing x Nothing ART by CYNTHIA GU WORDS by SARA EMRA