It is goodbyes and hellos all wrapped into one.
It is yearning for a moment that is already slipping from your grasp.
It is silence, and yet a fast paced symphony,
humming tunes to your scattered mind.
It is uncertain,
and unreliable.
A permanent tattoo on life;a standstill.
A broken clock.
Free from seconds ticking away,
free from years tattering a body.
But even though the flesh will remain untouched,
the soul will undoubtedly,
show worn.
No immorality can keep it,
from showing how the years have aged it.