I found this piece online afew months ago and wrote it down. Its beautiful and i personally feel like it resonates to me, hope you will feel the same.
And indeed there will be time, for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the windowpanes.
There will be time, there will be time to meet the faces that you meet .
There will be time to murder and create and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate.
Time for you and time for me. Time for a hundred indecisions and for a hundred visions and revisions.