Having a fascination with time is like having a fascination with death or a monster who dresses as the
A fascination with time is like being caught in a trap of intoxicated mortality.
The idea of the endless having an end
And the decay of a whittled stump, bewilders the mind.
A problem so complex no man could solve it and yet so simple an infant could understand it.
hether it be engrossed by the ticks of a clock or fending off the demons of age.
Time gets you all the same.
She’s like a ghost forever haunting and forever taking.
She’s like a generous friend who gifts love and care.
Enraptured by her beauty and betrayed by her destruction
A fascination with time will get you nowhere.
And yet here we are, watching the minutes flittering by
Waiting for the next deadline
For the next hug
For the next kiss
For the next love
For the next friend
We are all fascinated by time all the same.