Where Time Stands Still
A small ask of the world — to sweep us off our feet again, to a place where love can begin.
There’s a version of longing that isn’t about a person. It’s about a texture — the feeling that life used to have, or could have, if the world remembered how to do it.
Whisper me sweet songs
Of benevolence in Nature
Sweep me off my feet
Like times we dreamed were greater
Take me to that place
I no longer believe in
Where time stands still
And love can begin;
The place where time stands still isn’t real. We know that. But the believing in it is what lets love do its starting. You have to imagine the still place before you can let the moving life touch you again.
— JTC