Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Time is a river

Time is a river,
flowing endlessly,
filled with rocks and turns.
For it controls its uncontrollable self.
Time is fluid,
like a window
sinking slowly.
It's there but it's not.
Time is nothing
and everything.
It goes
and it stays.
The past still goes on.
In the present and future.
Time is a line,
while it covers everything as a blanket.
Time is a word,
given to something,
far beyond understanding.

- Louise Wolff -

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