PRELUDE
I sometimes think about time.
Why does it go so fast? Hinahabol ba siya? Sino naman ang humahabol?
I guess it has always been like that.
Time never waits for someone. It never depends on someone. It always goes by itself. At its own pace, own speed, own momentum.
It never looks back. It doesn't look forward too. It just moves.
I wonder how it feels to become time? Just steadily and continuously moving with no stopping. I wonder how it feels when a second becomes a minute and a minute becomes a moment.
Is it like what I'm feeling now? Staring at this person's face as the moonlight enters through the curtains?
Is it like how I'm holding his hand as he moves towards me, eyes shut and eyebrows relaxed?
Or is it like how I slowly hug this person's torso and buried myself into his arms.
Is it like that?
I don't think I'll know. I don't think I'll ever know.
For time is something I barely comprehend. Just like how I don't comprehend people enough.
What matters is that time brought me here.
In this second.
In this minute.
In this moment.
I hope time will give me more moments to be with this person.
Time. From here on out, will you help me?
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
From Here on Out
RomantizmWhat every person has is TIME. For some people, it's short. For others, it's painstakingly long. What every person has is TIME. And for each and everyone, it is both a blessing and a curse. But the thing is, TIME is constantly moving and so are we...
