tree talk

"this is so difficult" 
I say.
no
it's not
they say
this is simple.
I go quiet.
still
yet restless
I feel naked
before them.
you are afraid.
"yes
I am."
don't be.
you have nothing
to fear.
stop 
over-complicating
over-thinking
this is simple

they say
this is simple.
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a handful of water

Time is like a handful of water slipping through your fingers. One moment your hand is full, and the next, it’s gone. Fleeting though it is, its touch is familiar, and curiosity gets the better of you. You watch it for awhile, eluding you. Feel it, cool, trickling over your skin. Listen to the tinkling of it dripping into the sink, the pond, the ocean. Only reluctantly do you turn away and return to the task of living.