Time tricks the mind, makes
short things long, long things short.
I suppose I'm a duration of sorts.
Be here now?
Be here soon?
Are ghosts lost in time or are they confused?
Are pictures of the past meant to remind us whats medium, big, and small?
or are they nothing at all?
Memory makes an author out of all of us.
Don't fight the fiction
you'll lose every time.
time.
again.
It's everywhere isn't it?
It's always as well.
hmm.
is it pixels on a screen arranged in number type?
maybe the sun on your back, or is it in your eyes?
Perhaps I waste both yours and mine in trying to define.
Ah!
But there it is.
It is held self-evident of time;
fleeting, final, finite.
So if given the option between
dark and light;
fear or flight;
dormancy, eruption,
respite?
you had better ignite.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Time tricks the mind, makes
short things long, long things short.
I suppose I'm a duration of sorts.
Be here now?
Be here soon?
Are ghosts lost in time or are they confused?
Are pictures of the past meant to remind us whats medium, big, and small?
or are they nothing at all?
Memory makes an author out of all of us.
Don't fight the fiction
you'll lose every time.
time.
again.
It's everywhere isn't it?
It's always as well.
hmm.
is it pixels on a screen arranged in number type?
maybe the sun on your back, or is it in your eyes?
Perhaps I waste both yours and mine in trying to define.
Ah!
But there it is.
It is held self-evident of time;
fleeting, final, finite.
So if given the option between
dark and light;
fear or flight;
dormancy, eruption,
respite?
you had better ignite.
(wake up one day you will die)
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