Timing (The Curse of the Passionate)

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The Curse of the Passionate. 

Urgency takes my breath away. My heart continuously burns.

I was told to get off the boat.



Somebody once told me about God's timing. The perfect timing. He said that God's timing often matures the person before delivering the promise, ain't that beautiful? Like Joseph who had dreams of leadership but spent years being betrayed, falsely imprisoned, sold as a slave. If he had become powerful before the refining process that delay brought about, would he have been the Joseph that we know? I think that's beautiful. But you know... something told me to get off the boat.


What I love about time is how consistent it is. It does not waiver for any circumstance no matter how wonderful or disastrous it is. No matter who is born or who passes on, it stays on its journey and does not make excuses to pause. I love that. I hate that. It sells you dreams that it stretches on forever and ever, ultimately giving room for mediocrity to exist today. It tells you that one day is one day, while letting you rot in despair and loneliness. It gives you the heart to forgive the ill-will of today because tomorrow is supposed to exist as a blank canvas. And then someone told me to get off the boat.


I was there, you were there, we were all there. We seemed to be having a good time, the weather sang a perfect song and the waves danced to the music with grace as if it knew about the occasion. The sky was a perfect blend of colours that only paintings could properly describe. We were all smiling, some of yall were dancing. We were laughing. Glasses clinking. Then I saw something in the clouds. A spot of grey that seemed to get closer and closer as we moved. At first it was just a stain in the sky. Small, easy to ignore, but the stain grew teeth. Hold on. My heart stopped, but when I looked around, nobody seemed to notice it. It was getting closer. My tongue got cold. The grey became darker, with blinding lightning bolts screaming around it. It was getting closer. God told me to get off the boat.



Alright so I'm here now. Alone with you. 

Every night I pace up and down waiting to sleep.

Urgency takes my breath away. My heart continuously burning.

The Curse of the Passionate.

I feel tomorrow inside today.

But I'll wait alone.

With you.

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