Infringement

What does it mean to infringe 
on another human’s time? 

To think for one moment 
that what has to be uttered 
is emergent; not in content 
or structure of said stolen 
moments from another’s 
breath; but in emotion. 

Subjectivities can be random, 
everyone’s reality on this universe 
can be idiosyncratically juxtaposed 
towards a raw uniqueness. 

Time is as fluid, 
when one contemplates 
worthiness of themselves. 

Within that hypothesis 
fact is devoid of presence. 
Time is a concept that’s not quite 
understood in terms of the profound 
weight it genuinely is. 

Imagine for a moment 
the constant level of shame 
to feel unworthy of the breath 
in the room.  Where it is completely 
stifled to be as small as possible. 

There reaches a point 
as spoken by many; you can’t blame 
your childhood for being forced 
and manipulated into being intentionally 
made to feel tiny. 

Shhhh can you hear it? 

The commencement 
of a gentle inhale that rages 
with aggression; as though 
it was the first gasped 
morsel of air 
while it floats 
and permeates 
through 
the strata. 

With each breath a new path
housed in time to heal. 

Solace is sought 
simply when time 
is no longer 
the enemy. 

Where negative thought 
riddles to nothing? 

Where stardust is inhaled,
 appreciation of our own time 
holds such a tremendous value.