Post 5.

Time

When I was a child time was dripping slowly like honey. It consisted only of today. Then came tomorrow, the day after tomorrow became reality. I could look back upon yesterday’s scars.

Now it is a rapid stream, dragging all sorts of debris along. Carrying me towards a roaring cascade.

It doesn’t frighten me. I seek order in the current, in the flow of time.

 

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