Time

Time can be nothing, or it can be everything.

Some things thrive with time, others whither and die.

I imagine this is why they call it a test.. the 'test of time'...

And it is a test.

It's like holding your breath
Under water
Whilst swimming laps.

But then, you come up for air. And you look around, and check out how far it is exactly that you've gotten... And no matter the distance, you're usually glad to have at least gotten this far...

I think that in the end, time is most definitely a blessing in disguise.

No matter how much it sucks to hold your breath.

Monday Eve

Another weekend, come and gone... and time, it just keeps on moving by.

It moves along with the tick of a clock, and the currents of a river...
It moves along with a bird's flapping wings, and the setting sun...
It moves along with each new strand of grey hair growing on my head.

Ah, time...
I like you.