Time To Go
At the expense of sounding vulnerable,I want to tell you how my brain feels for yours right now:
Eventually the sky will fall down and the earth will cave in,
but my entity will forever intertwine in the sky with yours,
and I will meet you at the other side of the planet
on another day, in another period of time, in another form.
Time. It has been on my mind. It passes me, jogs by me,
walks next to me, and flies above me time to time. It treats
me like its victim: Reminding me that I will just as soon die
before I will allow failure to kidnap me and rape my adjusted
mind. Time doesn't pause, playback, fast forward, or rewind.
walks next to me, and flies above me time to time. It treats
me like its victim: Reminding me that I will just as soon die
before I will allow failure to kidnap me and rape my adjusted
mind. Time doesn't pause, playback, fast forward, or rewind.
It just serves to remind that your time here on earth is counted.
I'm no Indiana Jones though, because I can't jump ahead of
time and win every battle time and time again for decades.
River Phoenix
reminds me that time can be a long time for
some talented folks. It serves as a reminder that I want to
benefit my kind in some way or another. Writing soothes
the logical side of the mind. The invention of writing
transformed the human mind; every invention does.
time and win every battle time and time again for decades.
River Phoenix
reminds me that time can be a long time for
some talented folks. It serves as a reminder that I want to
benefit my kind in some way or another. Writing soothes
the logical side of the mind. The invention of writing
transformed the human mind; every invention does.
This time I'll trammel up the situation by reminding you
of the time you surceased to fill up your role in life. You
can't just escape time and think it'll wait for your baby
mind to light up. Young minds are wasted. Time to go.
Merky Planet. Grimy Universe.
I can only begin to think about your vastness, your effervescence,
your rejuvenating seasons, cycles, and explosions. Evolution or creation:
it doesn't matter because it's understandable that our lives are part of a
gap in time in a million days of perfecting. I am sure humans will get off
planet earth before the world collapses on itself. The Mayans vs Science:
whose studies will prevail? Only time will tell. But again, you told me so.
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