Time

Time. The only equivalent way of measuring the past; future. In this moment they are parallel lines but will eventually intersect one day. I let myself go, unchecked. Drowning in the swirl of time. Relishing as time passes me by. I did not exist in the past and the future cannot prove my existence. As my past cannot be proved nor my future ignored. I long to be a withering leaf, drifting along the waves. Maybe then, I can find my own peace someday.