Yet Time Is Nothing
There I was. on the portable steps, the metal cold against my skin, the air crisp yet warm, as it was late September and we were heading into October. There I was, a girl with thoughts that could go as deep as the ocean. We were talking about time. This was the first time I realized time didn't exist. Not truly anyway. Just something we made up so we can connect. Be there at the same time. To track our lives. There I was, for the first time thinking this, as I blurted it out. Not thinking. It was not important until after I said it anyway
" We are nothing without time, yet time is nothing"
Sometimes we can feel like prisoners to time. To the days of the week, the hours in a day. This is the story of a girl who broke free.