You see, that’s what people fail to understand.

Time doesn’t actually exist.

It’s something invented.

Something we use to justify the shortness of our lives.

You can’t stop time, or slow it down – or even speed it up.

Because; it doesn’t exist.

It’s nothing.

Just born from human natures painful instrinsic drive to organise and have everything wrapped tightly in logic.

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But now, I feel like I have lost time.

I mean, the sun goes up and down, our socially-constructed ‘calendars’ keep spinning. Like the world.

But everything feels attached.

All the days and minutes and hours are all stuck together.

I will hold myself here, forever.

Time with you around is drenched in sticky, golden honey.

I am here as I always will be.