It's mortifying... The dilemma, the time lapse, the wait, the clock. The abstract that I so blatantly describe in my other writings. Time cannot be paused, stopped... The abstraction is so formulated into one diverse piece, the creation of such is appealing, yet reformative. Inconsequential, to the matter of science, myth, philosophy, conduct, and everything that exists beyond our mind. I hold onto this creation, because the conclusion of the matter holds many intellectual debates that cannot be won or answered. It is forbidden, it's lost. The question of right and wrong holds many definitions that are inexplicable to the concept of reality itself, when the utter illusion holds the introspection that philosophers like myself, cannot give a precise answer to. Time will let us be.
It's a quiet storm, and I've never felt like this before. Sometimes I think, you're just too good for me.