Time is a fluid influencer of states of mind. I believe. Swinging from one moment of desolation and desperation, to moments of random activity, that lead to the clouding out of everything that may have any bearing on the self. The self is what is important. or maybe not.

We live in strange times. Times that see us as humans crashing, colliding into each other, and at the same time, show us hope and joy and celebration.

Why does time affect everything? All that we think, all that we see, all that we do. Why have i started to become constantly disillusioned with the phenomenon called time.

I dont think I have time for this. But what do I have time for. Or is it the other way round? Do I mean anything to time?



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