The Enemy Is of the Essence

Time is a funny thing. It moves like water, sometimes. Sometimes like fire. Sometimes, even, like the earth. It can flow and cascade through your fingertips, making you feel it and feel alive. It can flash and crackle and spring into action, a wild sea of heat and movement that demolishes the past and even the present. And it can stay still, whether steadfast and unshakable or seemingly lifeless and frozen.

When I'm with you, time is a water that cleanses my body, my soul, and clears my vision like raindrops trickling down a window pane. When I'm with you, time is a fire that scares me with it's rage and unpredictability and yet, those things make me feel more alive than ever; they unleash a passion and a will to use this life for more than breathing. When I'm with you, time doesn't stand still enough, but there is a permanence to our togetherness that I cling to. And I hope, I pray—to anyone or anything if there is no God—that time is on my side here and that it doesn't sweep you up, out of my arms, and into my past.

Time may be the enemy but time is of the essence. I will never take for granted a single second, a single moment, a single instant spent with you.