What is Time?
Why do we think we have it thus not knowing our dial's expiration date.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Is it just a construct to standardize the steadiness of dormant desires?
A tool used by humanity to excuse ambitions in the measurement of others?
What if it weren't used to measure.
What if it didn't exist.
Would our hearts be more full with no beat?
Time leads love; can love not lead the other?
We believe that it is disastrous.
Scary, even.
To give love with no time.
An ally once said "I love you" in seven days.
With distance.
They proved time wrong.
With love.
And has a new soul bond.
There is no rule to love that is real.
Only standards surrounding, you.
Love has once been an enemy.
But under that mask, was time.
I shall let my radical passions run wild.
With no apology.
And yet i sit in minutes, hours, days, with my thoughts.
Wondering if i'm wasting time.
Or if time is wasting me.
