The clock is ticking quite literally in front of me on the wall. The curtains are all shut, the dishes are washed, the bed is alone, the dog is sad, the TV is off and the dining table has yellow fake flowers at the center.
Shut, washed, alone, sad, off and fake flowers from the past...
I thought time does not exist, Einstein told us that...
why do we still follow something that is proven to be not there?
Do we always wish for things to be there when they really aren't?
The clock is ticking in front of me on the wall, the music is blasting, the sun is shining, the water is pure, the air is fresh, the future is promising, and the shelf on the wall has books inside...
Blasting, shining, pure, fresh, promising and books on the shelf into the future...
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