Everyday in our lives, we're moving. Not to the rhythm of our hearts or to the clicking of our minds, but to the existence of time. We devote our lives to "Time" without even realizing it. Time is a lot like a person, to me at least. It exist but no one, except those who honor it, notices it. We're constantly abusing her, using her, talking her down, and rushing her then, get we mad when she rushes us but we all fear her when she's gone. At least gone to us. Time can't die. Eternal life is her blessing and her curse and I bet it satisfies her when we die. Death is her best friend and Life's younger sister.
I, myself, have become well aquatinted with these women of such authority. though I, like everyone else, hurts Time and trashes Life, I love and respect them. Honestly, it's Death who I await most patiently knowing she can surprise me at any Time and that she can steal the Life from my bones and leave me like a shell. Empty, desolate, and alone.
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Goodbye.
RandomWe're all nothing more than ghost in shells, but what if we could break out our shell without imposing death? What if all of this is just a fantasy? What if we could run somewhere, where emotions and all that other stuff exist but doesn't exist? Run...
