The Stuff that Life is made of

Time is filled with stuff. Hopefully the good stuff outweighs the bad.

The good stuff is to be treasured.

It’s the friendships that are born one month, then borne towards the end. 

The stairwell kisses, songs and emotional outbursts, they create a melding of souls which will never be broken. 

We sat on the midnight beach sand and we sang songs, told stories and traded emotions in a secret pact as a way of saying, “I am happy that you are in my life.”

It’s the bonding of broken hearts and dreams which are shared. 

On a midnight beach, a busy city street, a phone booth from a million years before, waiting on the wings for your cue to walk on stage. 

The first holding of hands, the first kiss, a newborn’s cry, embraces, tears of happiness and tears of endings. 

Time isn’t an empty thing. Within the time there are countless words, actions and emotions. 

Time…

What is it?

It’s “the stuff,” to paraphrase Sam Spade, that life is made of.”