The passage of time ... is it the act of time passing away- anxiously tapping one's foot in annoyance, or the clock ticking indifferently as time continues- or the moment that you missed because time had elapsed, washed away before anyone could stop the tide from erasing all memory of the message engraved on the sandy beach? Or is it the journey time must take to reach the end of the road, the end of time, and the end of its lifespan?
Just something to think about, as the passage of time increases, every second a second more, and as time runs away, counting up, not down, to the end.
This is awesome. You should write a poem ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd it makes me think of the Profile pic for the YWG. The part where you mentioned the "journey time must take to reach the end of the road."
Yeah, I was thinking about it...
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