Time

 

Time

Time asked time how much time it has. And time replied: enough to transform everything.
But the truth is that each person lives time in a unique way.
For some, it flies.
For others, it drags.
Sometimes, it stops — as if surrendering to a moment worth more than a thousand hours.
A kiss can last a second and still feel infinite.

Time is a silent journey.
When we are immersed in something true, the world slows down, and minutes become eternities.

I miss you.
Without you, I seem lost — like a stranded boat in dry rivers, without direction, without life.

When you are near, everything changes.
You light me up.
You inspire me.
Time ceases to be a straight line and becomes a space where everything is possible.

I seek something greater: a shared rhythm, a meeting of souls that recognize each other in the midst of chaos.
Where we lose ourselves and find each other again in the same gesture, the same glance.

I touched the void, and there I understood: time is not only what passes — it is also what remains.
It rules everything.
It shapes what we are, what we feel, what we remember.

Without time, there is no story.
There is no us.