slow time, proceed slowly time/part 2; hurry time, do you think we will ever meet again

slow  time, proceed slowly time/part 2; hurry time, do you think we will ever meet again

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Author writes elsewhere about time my sentinel.

Meaning he is separated from whom he loves, opportunity is gone, yet time endures, time proceeds, going nowhere.

Do you think we will ever be together again, elsewhere in time. If things are different. If things start over again, eternal reoccurrence. Going back to the first glance. A time of soft voices and clasping eyes. Without memory of time before and past. Without jarring disruptions to Times flow.

Here's my previous view of time passing, and then after that wishes for another Time, after this where things work out differently. Like after Romeo and Juliet are dead. Will they ever be together again?


slow time, proceed slowly time

fiction
edward w pritchard

I have become aware that everyone and everything has only a limited amount of time. Everyone I love or care about. Inanimate objects I don't know of. Spinning moving galaxies I can't comprehend.

Yet time is not real. It can be proven logically. Something about the A and the B series, Before and after or now and then. Time is not real, but everything comes and goes eventually.

Slow time. No matter what I must now endure, I want my time to last. I am so so curious. Yet a new baby born today, lucky enough to last a long time by human standards has merely 41,610 days.

Some days are notable. Days past are significant worthy to be remembered and relived in memory. Time not real? Time itself seems concrete when remembered and contemplated.

It seems strange that only we people are aware that time is limited for everything. We are like a burning match, soon to be extinguished; why should only us people realize that the combination that causes the match to flare, heat and alight will soon be changed and gone.
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Hurry Time, I want Time to come again and things to work out differently

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

Some days are notable. Days past are significant worthy to be remembered and relived in memory. But time is gone.

I miss my shattered half life.

Hurry Time, I want Time to come again and things to work out differently. Cosmic playwright, rewrite the script, the next Time. I don't like the ending to this drama.

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