In a world of my own

Time is immortal

Time is a word we all know, always there but not always shown, the sun, the moon and the stars alike all show us how time passes by. We cannot outrun it and it can't ever end for time is immortal unlike us.

And how lonely it might be when it sees all that is, the people the places and the things we share, time itself cannot own what everyone wants so badly but I believe that it is always happy, no bonds, no ties, no place for it to hide, always moving on one step at a time.

Someone once thought what if he could get it to stand still, he could find a way to save her for sure, find a way to make time irrelevant so he could go out to find that cure. What he did not know when he though that at first was that stopping time could end up a curse, never aging, always alone taking its place trying to be strong, and as time took over his mind and his heart he forgot about her and became lost. Once and a while a thought would appear and the flashes would be vividly clear, the pain she felt made him cringe but she was forgotten and when the moment passed moving on was all that mattered again, so step by step, day by day this new thing would move around again, he was no longer human, nor a god, nor anything special to be relied on, simply a vessel of something no one truly understood, his life no longer needed to be lived, he let go as time was there the only thing staying were those flashes of her.