Time became an invariably dense object that I could not manipulate. I walked backwards. I thought Time would follow. I forged ahead. Time marched in place and then laughed at my attempt.
Time says, “Buy a canvas. Cover it with everything you think I am.”
I reply, “Haven’t I already?”
Time answers, “no.”
I do not understand.
Time unveils me, “I think you love me too much.”
I assure him, “I love all your minutes…and everyone else’s.”
Time frowns and asks, “…and yours?”
Drinking and Diving 
Ouch.. I guess I am reading some gem right now during my transit. 😊 Thank you!
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Glad you like it. It is part of a larger piece I can’t seem to ever complete:)
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There is some revelation in all these pieces for sure.. can feel it. Hope one person at a perfect time will lend you the ears and all also their time. Smile till then.
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