20 minutes
time folds in, stretches out. it is not a thing to rest trust upon.
i sit to reflect, to breathe and 20 minutes is longer than a roadtrip i took once.
20 minutes. the time it takes to make coffee, then sip it with a cigarette.
At average speed i make it to work in 20 minutes.
by foot.
around 20 minutes is my average long distance sunday afternoon chitchat.
20 minutes with a migrane or 20 minutes making love.
i dare you to tell me that these measure up as equal.
20 minutes in line and 20 minutes laughing with a good friend.
surely one stretches beyond what i can endure while the other barely allow me to settle in.
so, once again, i say time doesn't measure up; nor should it be used to measure by.
today 20 minutes with myself.
too long for comfort and much much too short.
this self i'm left with, what i measure time by.
