time

I had time. lots of it.

eons unfolded from my fingertips like wool unspooling, and yet I did not know where to start on this tapestry that would become my life.

even one needle pulled through in the wrong place could immeasurably alter the path of the thread - my journey.

each decision weighed upon me, and yet all possibilities and eventualities could not be fulfilled. I could not be both a successful academic graduate and a creative arts dropout simultaneously.

but sometimes I wondered whether it was better to make the most advantageous decisions, or to choose the path that would bring me joy.

this I greatly struggled with, as I was made to feel ungrateful by my own consciousness.

and yet the decision remained,

and still time pushed steadily onwards.