time is the constant phenomenon of our lives. i can be here for a moment, with my head in another place at another time. but my heart, always will be half here in this place [and where ever you are]. and i, i shall be everywhere and all the time, driven by my dreams and circling around the memory of this place. this time. and my life.
time, it floats by us in whispers and crawls away with the shadows of the night. it is mystery. it is a fascination. and memory, where would i be without it?
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