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Hourglass
Time goes,
Time flies,
Oh how I hate watching time go by.
Time heals,
Time breaks,
Wish time would be more kind.
Infinite time,
Never ending,
Neither old or young rather a mystery.
Time doesn't feel,
Has no sympathy,
What a beast time is shattering lives with no mercy.
So true...and we ourselves
So true...and we ourselves created it.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
We play god and build the
We play god and build the truth from our own ideas. Reality, intersting and terrifying. As you said, Solace.
Beyond the scope of light,
Beyond the reach of dark..
Yes. Doesn't matter once you
Yes. Doesn't matter once you get 'there'---being a place different for each of us, eh?
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "