Does Time ever stop to breathe?
I saw my aunt today, and for a moment, it felt like time
folded back on itself.
All that happened years ago came rushing; memories,
faces, laughter, pain.
And yet, it was all just that … moments that happened.
No pause.
No warning.
We just moved on.
Life kept moving, and so did time ; quietly, constantly,
like it always does.
It never stops to ask if we’ve healed or if we even
remember.
It just keeps running.
And somehow, we run too ; chasing goals, healing
wounds, trying to make sense of it all.
But one day, we’ll look back and realize it all just
happened.
We lived through it, moved on, and time never waited.
Still running.
Always running.