What days are the same? How days are the same.. How strange the flow of time?.Time lost all sense of duration, distance and scope for now. I don’t see difference between week and weekend, week and month, month and year. All in one never-ending roll of daylight (which is easy to shut out) and nighttimes (which is difficult to ignore). When did time start floating by unrecognised? Since when have weeks gone into months and uneventfully parked behind each other forming something supposedly called a year in life of me? What happened to make me so oblivious to the fact I am to cherish each day? Spite?
I seem to run after myself most of the time. Unable to catch up and probably to bone idol to make the effort it takes to get in line for own life. Takes to much effort and attention. Can be very concerned about wellbeing of other’s lives.. but own is not of much importance as long as up and running. Trying to make the weeks longer only seem to shorten them].
Could time be sold it would have the highest price. It would be the most sought after commodity in the world. It would be stored in vaults by people who could afford to buy more than they could consume, just like any other luxury item.
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