When Time Stops

September 18, 2003

Time is supposed to reprimand those who try to prolong it
and reward those who accept their mortality. So
why must the best of us look death in the face
before we’ve had time to see?

Time heals some wounds,
while it makes others bleed. If
we sew stitches against the will of fate,
time will undo them if it’s too early.

Time stings with a prick of reality
until we face the torn fabric of our souls.
It weaves in and out
ripping us apart.

When time stops for one person,
all our stitches become undone
and we loose the needle
that was hemming our destiny.

When time stops, life must go on.

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