Hold my breath
You know the feeling of desperately trying to hold your breath for as long as you can, as if to freeze a moment in time?
Breathe in, breathe out. The seconds hand ticks away atrociously and it doesn't wait. In a perfectly quiet room the ticking of the clock torments you; it becomes louder and louder until it transmogrifies from a mere sound into an invisible yet tangible hand that grabs you by the collar and shakes you furiously, never ever letting go. Breathe in, breathe out. The earth continues its stubborn revolution, it doesn't wait for you either. Every step you take, takes you further away from where you were.
With every contraction of your lungs to expel air, the strokes that write in the sand on the seashore of the story of your life are being formed. Can you possibly afford the time to take a few steps back? To stand back and look upon the big but unfinished picture laid out in the sand? You have to keep writing; everyone keeps writing. For who knows when the tide will come and wash it all away..
And so you hold your breath. If anything, the stillness shall shut out the sounds. Your eyes are yours to close. And for a moment - just for one short moment - time will stand still.
Age to age He stands
And time is in His hands
Beginning and the End
Beginning and the End.
My times are in Your hands.
Breathe in, breathe out. The seconds hand ticks away atrociously and it doesn't wait. In a perfectly quiet room the ticking of the clock torments you; it becomes louder and louder until it transmogrifies from a mere sound into an invisible yet tangible hand that grabs you by the collar and shakes you furiously, never ever letting go. Breathe in, breathe out. The earth continues its stubborn revolution, it doesn't wait for you either. Every step you take, takes you further away from where you were.
With every contraction of your lungs to expel air, the strokes that write in the sand on the seashore of the story of your life are being formed. Can you possibly afford the time to take a few steps back? To stand back and look upon the big but unfinished picture laid out in the sand? You have to keep writing; everyone keeps writing. For who knows when the tide will come and wash it all away..
And so you hold your breath. If anything, the stillness shall shut out the sounds. Your eyes are yours to close. And for a moment - just for one short moment - time will stand still.
Age to age He stands
And time is in His hands
Beginning and the End
Beginning and the End.
My times are in Your hands.
Labels: God, heartmatters, thinkingoutloud
posted by may at 8:38 PM
3 Comments:
*cough*
.. can i keep up, baby boy *something* lose my breath *something* *something*, lose my breath *something* *something* lose my (breathe out, breathe in) (breathe out, breathe in)
... (x2)
I think it was Destiny's Child who sang that song. Or was it just plain Beyonce. Have you heard it? Or are you hip hop averse? Thank God I don't watch MTV, I wouldn't wanna know what this song looks like.
hahahahah!!
debbie loh, this comment officially wins you the Komen Paling Tak Berkaitan of the Year Award! d=
Oh thank you thank you. I come from the indie era where being irrelevant and irreverant was fashionable. old habits die hard. hahahaha. no la no la.. geez im starting to give myself a very bad impression of myself! lol.
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