( .✦ ݁˖ ) ──── what is a second?
what is a second, if not a passing moment?
what is a minute, if not the near future?
so much and yet so little could happen in it.
you could be breathing, slowly and mindfully,
while your body runs to keep you doing so.
a pair of lovers could be painting their love,
professing it to one another in any way imaginable.
a child could be phrasing it's first words.
a breathing organism could be breathing no more.
what is a second? what is a minute? what is a month, a year, a decade?
the answer is that. it is simply what is stated. what matters is what it is felt within it.
for time was never born named time.
