The Sunday Mail - Part 3

10600587_10204764587811044_3323353174422219428_nby Devin Mitchell Durbin27 Jul 2013

When windows close and doors open,
Time stops and goes in circles.
Time wields fate while time stops;
While it stops for no one but itself.
We fall into routines
For the routines to fall out from under us.
Our safety nets then become nooses
And our noose becomes our safety net.
What once would kill us to do
Is all that’s left to keep us alive.
It’s contradictions convolute the offerings of life.
It’s what causes us to loose track of time,
And waste our days waiting for the Sunday Mail.