Time is so strange.
It runs differently when you’re alone.
And when you’re with people.
And it runs differently for the different people you’re with.
When you look back at it you wonder if the past exists at all.
When you look ahead of it you wonder if you’ll ever get there.
When you look at it right in the face, everything else disappears.
You feel like a ghost in a crowd. It feels as if you’re the only one aware of time walking quietly beside you.
There’s nothing you can do about time. It goes where it pleases. It does what it wants.
Sometimes you wish you can be it’s friend.
But those are the moments when it leaves you alone.