Slow Motion
If only I had the power to control the clock, to live each second later than others. And see life in a different perspective. To control everything that moves, everything that talks. Everything that's alive. I would be a goddess, of some sort.
But even if I have all the powers in the world and in the universe combined---if it has such things, I still wouldn't be able to control you---love.
You were always meant to leave. You were just waiting for that moment when the moon and sun will merge, and it's the right time to go. Unfortunately, you were with me. And everything after that, or should I say, is history.
So if only I had the power to control the clock---even just that power, I would live each second later than everyone, anyone. Even if it's just an hour, a minute or second, I would be happy at the very least that I still spent that little time with you.
If it is even possible, I would like to do the honor, to turn the clock. And go back to the time, when I still have you, and live in slow motion.
