Things happen sometimes faster than you expect. A moment and it is all gone without a single thing to hold on and remember. One is left there with only a memory of what is gone and try to revive it over and over just to realize it isn't the same.
Things happen sometimes slower than you expect. It stays with you for more than you want and you feel like it won't go away, the seconds are years and you stand still, feeling alone and lost as it embraces you and turns you into stone. And there you are, caught by it.
Life is so fast, you grow, you experience and you enjoy the moments of conquests you achieve, people you meet, loves you find and savour the taste of each one. You creat life and you watch it grow, you face joy in tiny things and great people, so that when you are about to finish to end it you are ready to be gone.
Life is so slow, you face tasks, obstacles, you endure each one of them, you meet angry, bad people that in its selfish destroy every piece of you as you go on. You live a life of redundance doing the exact same things over and over again, destroying yourself a little bit more, and for what? Just to finish it, simple as that.
Time is a perspective indeed, who knows how you see it and for how long you will see it that way. For instance, you are sad that it is ending too soon or happy that it is almost over.
For me? Well, time's up.
Things happen sometimes slower than you expect. It stays with you for more than you want and you feel like it won't go away, the seconds are years and you stand still, feeling alone and lost as it embraces you and turns you into stone. And there you are, caught by it.
Life is so fast, you grow, you experience and you enjoy the moments of conquests you achieve, people you meet, loves you find and savour the taste of each one. You creat life and you watch it grow, you face joy in tiny things and great people, so that when you are about to finish to end it you are ready to be gone.
Life is so slow, you face tasks, obstacles, you endure each one of them, you meet angry, bad people that in its selfish destroy every piece of you as you go on. You live a life of redundance doing the exact same things over and over again, destroying yourself a little bit more, and for what? Just to finish it, simple as that.
Time is a perspective indeed, who knows how you see it and for how long you will see it that way. For instance, you are sad that it is ending too soon or happy that it is almost over.
For me? Well, time's up.
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