This time has no relevance to any significant incident in my life nor my recognitions. It is not a time that holds much to value to anyone, including myself. It is merely one minute of every day and now it is 01:15 and it's frightening to acknowledge how time moves so quickly, and how our hearts endlessly beat, pumping this adrenaline that even when seems calm, is vigorous and ferocious, yet our subconscious is dismissive. It is now 01:17, and thinking back to three minutes ago, I was unaware of the bliss I would currently be in whilst writing this; I am not in control of time itself, but I am in control of how I use it. The choices we make can lead us to a legacy or a detriment but never are we misguided on the paths that we take from that of our own decisions. We can fall vulnerable to mistakes, but without them betraying us as they seem to do so, our entire lives would be the epitome of what is a mistake, the purpose of learning and reflecting would to be never existent and we'd feel the equivalence of nothing whatsoever. It is now 01:21 and I am writing freely, with my mind running wild in a void of nothingness and there's a sense of tranquil in my body, tranquil that is often mistaken for numbness. I feel nothing, yet I feel everything - every breath I take and every twitch of my lips and the lack of emotion I have on this very night. It is all just a reminder that I am alive at 01:23 on 19th July 2016.
