Time moves with flow and friction.
We touch it, try to hold it still,
but it shifts beneath our hands.
We slow what we love,
pressing against it gently,
hoping it will last—
but that only makes it slip away.
The hard things, the dull work, the waiting—
we smooth their edges,
give them flow,
and they disappear before we notice.
Either way, time goes.
It is not ours to keep,
only to feel,
to live out.
Waste time on things you love.