time is a construct an artificial delusion used to mark the passing of life a shackle wrapped around the ankles of those rushing inevitably towards the cliff of their own demise the hour hand points at the indiscriminate downfall as the minute hand forces the doomsday clock towards armageddon i mark the passage of time […]

remaining time

we spent most of our lives apart so when we finally found each other we made every single second count we made up for lost time by loving each other as fully as possible for the remaining time we had her time just didn’t last as long as mine