Happens.

Too fast, but too slow. Every step gets me closer to a distance. I don’t mind, infact I like it, though I’m terrified. It’s like a day slips away again. How I wish I tried hard enough to keep the hours safe. Not realizing maybe they were my last.

Have I been misinterpreted? Misread. Guilty. Spoke too much to speak so slow. Said all the wrong things maybe. I should have been someone else. I should have been today. But I chose to speak of a yesterday.
It’s difficult to walk when you know you can run. Touched too fast to maybe let go. Patience would have made all my moments stay.

I’m not one of those who can easily hide. Blame it on me. Anyway the thing is what I really mean, my gift is my faith and that’s for you.