We think we still have a lot of time to say things. Untill time suddenly has run out. If that is even possible. Time isn't really quantitative is it? We cannot grasp time. We made it up. Isn't time an oasis of our mind?
When i 'look' at time, it scares me.
For all i see is a line which is more stuck to us than anything else in this world. The only thing will we never escape from. From the moment we were born we had already lost to it and eventually we are going to run out of it. It stops.
And again, i realise that everything i ever want and wanted to say to you. Has to be said right now. Before i've run out of my time. And my thoughts and words won't ever and will never had any meaning at all. Because being and meaning is only born from being together.