2024-03-16 12:00:00

Fast. Slow.
Rushing forward, or taking it in.
Sometimes life is just flying by.
Sometimes, it's coming to a halt.

Different people, different needs.
The need to move, the need to be safe.
Different places, different times.
The time to create, the time to conserve.

It feels like everyone is living on their own time.
At some points we meet.
At some points we part.
In between, we share those moments.

They may never be the same.
They must never be the same.
Neither good, nor bad.
That can only be appreciated through us.

Time does not care who we are.
Time is oblivious to who we are.
In the end, time just flows.
Like sand.

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