Your pops pulls up on me in butterfly form at the most meaningful moments.
For this and more I am infinitely grateful.
Long live Emile.
She fell through an ocean of time
Bumped her head on experience and woke up to life
Time tells tales of strength and weakness
Tick-tocking seconds and minutes fall off clocks that aren’t real
Time tells tales of love and loss at zero costs
Eras and periods constantly give way to new days, infinitely wrapping around the neck of forever like the perfect pashmina
Time tells tales of legends and myths sailing by on ships of selfless and selfish acts
Dancing in storms of self-created anguish and angst and passion and pleasure
Wonder women and wandering women finding their way through time
Time tells tales and I am here to listen with my infinite ear