Time
What if time stopped?
Is such a thing even possible?
It is nothing... I swear,
Just extra emotional attachment to... Nothing,
Nothing... Nothing at all,
But nothing can't be nothing, it was given a title,
Nothing would be ignored as if nonexistent,
Nothing is something, is it not?
It is something... I believe,
But exaggerated if I believe the emotion is mutual,
The something is only me,
The something is a figure of my imagination,
Something isn't important if it is pushed away,
But does it become nothing?
What is time then?
Is it a figure of imagination?
Nothing?
The word must have been made by someone who was something,
Who felt something.
Time was titled for the moments captured with beauty,
For those few moments where something was numbed,
Numbed to the pain of it becoming nothing,
Where the something fought the battle of nothing,
And the bond of that something became stronger,
So that the pain after the moment would hurt.
Time... The moments, were collected as precious items,
Stored for that special day when the somethings emotions became mutual.
