Time, and the freedom from it.

I.
I can schedule you during this point in the day
From A to B.
That's it.

No more, no less.
I regret to inform you, that I must decline.

Isn't this how it feels?
Tiny little entrapments.

Even the blank spaces have lines running through them
Dividing and subdividing.

If it's empty, I must put something in it.

II.
More than things, and spaces
Abstract, meaningless(ful)

Moments instead of seconds.
Sighs too deep for words can't be categorized,
Deadlines don't actually mean death.

Maybe it's climbing trees,
or the sunlight sneakily poking through.
Taking a break, and really meaning it.

Yes, really meaning it.
Not thinking of what's next.

Which makes accomplishment satisfaction,
Instead of a check mark.
Because these are the moments I'm good at,

The words I can put together.
The experiences I can share.

It has something to do with friendship.
You can't fit that in a calendar square.