Once in a while,
I hear the phrase “time isn’t real”
I’ve even said it myself.
Maybe; for man-made are the minuscule measurements of minutes and millennia
But the relentless unfurling of the infinite moment/s
that is somehow always new yet never really began
is as real as the fact that we can’t ever go back
And we can’t ever stand still
- Author: Vicecream (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: December 17th, 2024 12:50
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
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