When Quiet Screams

like vinegar and baking soda combined daily hustle bustle and grind — in caustic silence — erodes... precious time eroded in the rush to clear agendas rushing to the rhythm of the— tick— tockin’ of time... engulfed with the toils and responsibilities of life it all seemingly moving in slow motion... 'til suddenly it becomes sublime to realize just how much time— has passed now seemingly moving much too fast... like motion picture film spinning on a reel as this arduous journey reaches a place of still... still quiet —volume so loud —you can hear it scream with flashes of the past rewinding inside your mind... revealing —in that slippage of time— often it was thou— you left behind... quiet screams — time to exhale....accept or receive what has been lost or achieved... shhhh — listen!— the time is now yours time to lay to rest — hustle bustle and grind— time — to relax your mind.... and enjoy —your way—what’s yours... God’s greatest gift— time...... ***Inspired by the feelings many retirees and empty nesters experience...