Time Keeps On.

I sometimes wish I had a timeturner, or a magical bed-knob, or even one of those root cellars that transports people back to the civil war era.

Time is such a fickle beast.



One moment it seems like a minute will never pass and sixty seconds are an interminable era, but then you blink and your life is half past. I still love my life; I don’t pine for any days gone by or wish myself back to some glowing moment I have already experienced.  But some days? Some days time feels like a taskmaster, and the weariness of trudging the linear timeline seeps in.



What a constraining dimension this is.

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