Written during Writing With Alex and Rueben.
Since it’s round it can also be hollow. Like an endless, gaping cavern sucking in seconds, hours, and minutes. And it can also be full. Rich and deep with so many tones and layers. Sometimes it's overwhelming. There’s so much going on at once, and you can’t stop to dissect it, comb through it with a magnifying glass. Events volley with one another. They repeat themselves. Over and over. Time can be slim and delicate. Like a silver thread, or a violin’s string. It lulls you in, makes you pay attention to every detail, every movement. Until it ends. And you’re left confused. Wondering: where did the time go?
Since it’s round it can also be hollow. Like an endless, gaping cavern sucking in seconds, hours, and minutes. And it can also be full. Rich and deep with so many tones and layers. Sometimes it's overwhelming. There’s so much going on at once, and you can’t stop to dissect it, comb through it with a magnifying glass. Events volley with one another. They repeat themselves. Over and over. Time can be slim and delicate. Like a silver thread, or a violin’s string. It lulls you in, makes you pay attention to every detail, every movement. Until it ends. And you’re left confused. Wondering: where did the time go?
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