Time crawls by, much as it has these past years, unoticed, unconsidered, unremarked.
I guess it had grown, by some measure, to reach the depths of the inner eye, divulging into prime thoughts.
Engulfing? Not probable. Merely an acute precision, etched into asparitions of each day. Concluding new hopes. Retarding the light shone from one victim to the next. Infecting serenity. Overpowering the weakness of possibilities.
Escaping this plague...how? Not by false optimism. No. Percieving all realities dips into the lake of immortal thought.
So time crawls by, much as it has these past years, unexplored, unchallenged.
Reason for writing:
A thought that came to me in English class. A thought about death, and how slowly we think time passes, yet how impossibly rapid it leaves.
Birth sign: Leo
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