Time Is Making Fools Of Us Again.

TIME, for instance.

Every soul, inanimate is a precise balance of its past, present and future, or time for instance.

The time is obliged to make people experience the brightest and the darkest periods of their existence, to the people who dream. For there is no existence without a dream.
we seek light in the darkest of times only because we fear the unknown,

and that fearis bound to make things terrible.

There is a thin veil of fear in between a dream and a nightmare. when the fear is immense, a dream as beautiful as a twittering bird it could be, becomes a nightmare in the form of hemorrhage none can staunch.

Nights have subtle darkness, and the fear inside makes me question. will there be a sunrise again?

There are times when I find myself in a large circular room dimly lit by torches surrounded by pointing fingers, all at me and the room filled by the whispers of my regrets, letters thrown back, and the place in the room where should have been a wall clock stood what looked like a spinning brain with ribbons of moving images flew from it.

Among all these I stand there staring at those ribbons of images figuring out the very instance. The TIME. Then i hear a loud snap sound similar to the sound of a striking clock it makes after completing an hour, and I am snapped back to reality.

Funny thing time is. It appreciates both sides of the coin equally, it does not allow any good or bad thing to last forever it leaves you with just memories which feeds your dreams or perhaps worst your lovely nightmares.