i hate the fact that
time
passes

there are so many moments
where i just want to
pause it

like a bookmark in a closed book
like the buttons on an old vhs player
like telling your friend you’ll call them back in five
to continue the crazy story they just started, but you
suddenly needed to pee or take the dog out or
just have a bit of a breather

i’d like a bit of a breather
from life
every now and again

[i think that’s what vacations are supposed to be
but the problem is that everything around you
continues and continues and continues
even with you
gone]