What if the our perception of time is a mere delusion projected by the twisted genius of our emotions? And how come I'm not scared by the future but rather by the slow motion it is running in. Have you ever had a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity or one of those run-away-time glitches, when you wish you could change the fabric of reality and rewind!?
I'm not a physicist, I don't do science, I don't have any equations on my side to proof a point but I have something much more valuable. It can't ever be taken away from me, because even I can't grasp it's full scale - it is my certainty that life begins then and there when we stop wandering...And then we are who we were no more!
Sounds rather complicated, or does it!
I have this great problem with patience. Whenever I run out of it I get this awful red spots right under my lower lip, on the left side. And then I begin to feel like a bull on a matadors arena, and I feel my nostrils growing wider and the only emotion that creeps from my toes up to my neck is helplessness. And I want to shout, to run, to leave all I have made of my life behind me and put on a fresh start. But life doesn't work that way, does it!
I don't want to write about how people are alike, because we are not. We look at life at different angles and often time we forget to ask for our loved ones' coordinates...Maybe if we found each other more often, it would have been different, our world I mean. But then again - maybe in a different reality it is! And I hope they have ice-cream there...
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