� Let me catch up. � 2007-09-30 � 10:12 p.m. �
Time is definite. one minute, one hour, one day, one month, one year.
Time is the same no matter who we are... where we are... it's not defined by anthing... not by our sex, our race... not by our life... not by our consequence. Short of being in space... where time is no longer relevant as we know it here... it's the one thing, I'd say we share equally....
How, I wonder, can it feel so long sometimes... feel so empty.
Why does it stand still when we want it to march on?
Why does it go on when we feels like it's stopped completely? As sure as we knew it existed... we think it should be gone.
And still... it's not.
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