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Time is but a fleeting image of
our perceptions
dancing before our eyes and over our
skin,
feeding our emotions and senses.
It is the giver of light and
darkness
imparting the reality of our imaginings
and erudition,
soothing one moment, drawing blood
the next.
Time marks our skin with regrets and
realisations,
the physical manifestation of the
roads we've chosen, the breaths we have taken,
the beings we’ve touched, shared
our soul and body with,
time keeps on giving, until one moment, then it’s gone...
when I turned 10 I lost my faith ... when I turned 20 I found new faith ... when I turned 30 I lost my faith again ... when I turned 40 I found faith in myself ... when I turned 50 I found that nobody can be trusted ... when I turned 60 I began to understand that nothing is for certain but only change is for certain ... Love you, Shadow ... Always, cat.
ReplyDeleteThat is so poetically accurate!
ReplyDeleteFor a phenomenon that hardly exists in a physical sense, time is a harsh mistress.
ReplyDeletetime in now, that is all we really have
ReplyDeletethe concept of time is a master of deception
or perhaps as you say a fleeting image of our perceptions
Sometimes, I feel I've lost so much time...waiting for
something that never arrives.