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Time

by christina-low

Time is a manmade invention, used for organization and unification. That's what they told me, and I never understood. How could something so habitual for me, something so common be manmade? How could 60 seconds in a minute not just be a fact of the universe but instead, be some outcome of a calculation of some dead man's outburst? But that's what they told me and even if I didn't understand it, I took the fact like it was true like it was understood. Now you come walking along, and every minute, every 60 seconds that passes while you're around, feels like 1. A whole day spent with you feels like nothing at all and instead of feeling full of you I feel emptier than when we began. So maybe time is a manmade invention, maybe although we can count it, it's manmade because it doesn't have to feel so factual all the time. Because when I'm with you, every moment passes at the speed of light but when I'm without you, it's like time has stopped and forgotten how to go.
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Jul 25, 2016
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