Time is a funny thing. When you think you have plenty of it, you don't. When you're on the run, it moves so quickly. When you need to be somewhere now and the bus isn't coming, it can slow to a crawl.
I passed a billboard with a photo of the Beatles from circa 1970, from the period just about the time that Apple Records was crashing down around them and their breakup as a band was imminent. Their looks are serious, not at all the looks of a few years of time prior when during the Sgt. Peppers and Yellow Submarine periods they were usually seen in the playful, even ecstatic mode. Another aspect of time.
The photos we keep remind us of the passage of time. Seeing those of us who are now gone from this time also reminds us of the ultimate passage of time.
Time may heal all wounds, but it can also seal them and make scabs that can take years of more time to heal and fall away.
time and time again
we get reminded of when
time seemed to stretch for miles and miles
on an endless highway without signs
no mileage to remind us
of how little we will see this time
Time moves on. Unless you stop worrying about time. When you're in love, time stands still... Whisper to me of Eternity.
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