The past is just a moment in time; move toward a brighter future.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
The past is just a moment in time; move toward a brighter future.
I'm infinitely grateful that time continued quietly into gentle nothing.
I have the time so we must fill every cranny and fly in lifelong adventure.
All that time in a forest and I found nothing but beautiful grace.
Spend time on the good and keep going past those old hurts. I want to be in peace with a clean slate.
For the first time in life, the quiet was comforting, and at last the feeling - this is myself.
The bookworm, left alone to read. One page is too elusive. Another minute here, just a little more time.
In her dreams time would stop in a place of emptiness of every unfulfilled wish, and every unspoken word.
He'd almost given up on love. Years of fantasizing came to a thousand lonely nights. Time was running out.
A clean calendar, a sense of space, I feel that this month, this year, I would overcome fear of my deepest emotions.