Time slipping through my hands. Slipping through yours. Sometimes it stands still and I am stuck. Stuck in a moment. Rays of light from the window brush my skin and turn into shadows and I'm just a little bit older. Frozen. I feel frozen in the melting heat. A paradox of existence in a time where physical and metaphysical do not mix. You. You just watch. While a battle goes on. A battle of time and life. One wants to stand still, the other needs to go on. An epic with no end, no final battle, no resolution. Only a buildup.
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