Time is a funny thing,
it quite often passes us by in a blink of an eye.
We all of a sudden go from youthful smiles to wrinkled eyes.
But all I need is time,
not time to escape the oldness of age or in efforts to try to obtain lasting beauty.
No, that is not quite what I had in mind.
I just need time to remember who I was before I met you, before your entire being consumed the entirety of the essence of who I once was.
Time to recover from the heartbreak that severed us into two, rather than a solid unit.
Time to forget how your smile, your touch, even your words altered me to my core.
Time to respond to the last thing you said, while regaining time to remove the first thing I had said.

we are always living among borrowed time, never quite knowing when someone will walk out of our lives forever.
We always think were timeless, but really were just prisoners of time, that is the reality that consumes us.


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