Poetic Earth

Time.

There’s never enough of it.

If I could lock myself in a room to just write, paint, and create — I’d lose track of days, maybe even weeks.
But being a creative with a family, a job, and a thousand little things pulling at me… time feels unfair.

Between eating, dressing, cleaning, school runs, appointments, work — and the list of things that never seem to end — time just slips.

Before we know it, it’s time to rest, and even that takes… time.
The day breaks, and we’re running again — chasing the one thing we’ll never catch.

Time.