TIME.

A fragile thing.

It slips through all humans fingers but no other creature. We count the minutes, days, months, and years to come. We pray for time to go slower, faster, to stop completely… just as we pray to god. We pray for time to bend in our fingertips as if it were possessive. But time? It doesn’t exist. Not for you. Not for me. Not for anyone.

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