I’m sitting here, in the middle of July…

I’m sitting here, in the middle of July with aching shoulders from dragging December all this way, but I’ve found a comfortable spot because I know October… is coming around again.

And I’ve found that TIME can’t be used as any form of measurement, for anything, for any reason. Ever. Time is irrelevant and furthermore, it doesn’t exist. It’s a fabrication, people. There’s nothing to it. Things happen instantaneously. The world can change in less than a second. Our lives change in the blink of an eye. How can you possibly use time to measure anything, and think that’s reasonable? This is for everyone. This is for everything.

Put me in a swimming pool, I’ll swim until I’ve pruned up. Wrap me in a bed, I’ll sleep until I’m rested. Put me on stage, I’ll sing my heart out until I have no voice left.

If only we could live according to our own limits.

Time can heal our wounds, though. I’ll give it that.

Coz

Create until nothing is left to create.

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