all paths lead to nowhere,
nowhere to hide,
nothing but the sprawling,
unnerving reality of time
it slips, silently, through the fingers
all moments, having passed,
unify and become one:
"the past"
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
all paths lead to nowhere,
nowhere to hide,
nothing but the sprawling,
unnerving reality of time
it slips, silently, through the fingers
all moments, having passed,
unify and become one:
"the past"
12:50 p.m.
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