There are dense days,
when a second
weighs like a stone in your pocket.
And there are liquid days,
that slip away without memory.
Time is not linear.
It settles.
It remains
in the things we have touched,
in what we have lost,
in what we almost were.
And, slowly,
without asking permission,
it becomes
us.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:17 AM UTC
There are dense days,
when a second
weighs like a stone in your pocket.
And there are liquid days,
that slip away without memory.
Time is not linear.
It settles.
It remains
in the things we have touched,
in what we have lost,
in what we almost were.
And, slowly,
without asking permission,
it becomes
us.
It’s how time feels as lived experience, where perception shifts from sensation to meaning, leaving traces of memory and possibility that gradually merge into identity itself.