was time stoped? or is it a window from the past to present, maybe it is a type of regard or honor in it's self. Some times to be able to see time, we need to see the past and the present side by side to be able to see the passing of time on life. If you see where you have been, and where you are, then you know life/time is a fluid thing. Ever moving, ever changing. Sometimes have I look at past beauty when everything around me is ugly to know that with time maybe time will bring me another blossom...
My heart is a whale song, my eyes find spirals everywhere, my mouth speaks of broken chords and dying trees, my feet find the ground uneven and yet so irresistible.
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was time stoped? or is it a window from the past to present, maybe it is a type of regard or honor in it's self. Some times to be able to see time, we need to see the past and the present side by side to be able to see the passing of time on life. If you see where you have been, and where you are, then you know life/time is a fluid thing. Ever moving, ever changing. Sometimes have I look at past beauty when everything around me is ugly to know that with time maybe time will bring me another blossom...
` Silly photography, stopping time and all that!
` BTW, I stated three times that it's a ROBIN, not a blackbird!
`...A very badly-drawn one, though!
Sorry, Quine, but in my mind it will always be a blackbird, and a good one at that.
` ...You're right; I suppose it would be if it WERE supposed to be one! :P
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