THE STRUGGLE TO COMBAT TIME
Those memories are as far away from me as night elements in the invention of imagination.
The sky breathes in their discontent and exhales a relentless calm.
The soul that shrouds us, and brings life from within, is really the only light you need to drive with.
Time, as life is a clock piece, measures itself into geographies, landscapes and emotions that go on forever.
Our thoughts connect with each other not through space but exist as illustrating standing waves, painting non-visual pictures to remind ourselves where we came from.
We stand alone as a trillion facets, reflecting one another; and we are never alone.
The only emptiness that there is, is outside of ourselves, in a place that never existed.
Incompleteness and death are the contrivances of fear and ego, and also do not exist.
All our struggles are simply to combat time.