For this moment of bliss I want to live forever

                                 My art starts with writing.

    And my writing starts in my thoughts, which come from the feelings and emotions I have gathered along the last hours, days, years.

        Feelings are like rivers in my body and emotions feed them with water.

                    Sometimes I can sense a lot and sometimes I am empty.

                                                 The water flows where I call it, so in my heart there is a lake that sometimes becomes an ocean.

                                                                                                                                                              But do we have emotions in our mind?

 What is time

apart from the hundreds of times I look up to see it is only four minutes later

What is time

apart from the space keeping me appart from you - it seems to stretch the more I want to see you (but we like to stretch it too)

What is time

but a contract with the universe

What is time

but a stupid way of stressing me out for not having accomplished all my goals in life yet

What is time

but a teacher of patience

What is time

but a measure of success

What is time... 

time is now; it was; it will be; not yet. I want to travel to the future where I close my eyes to fall asleep - or is it already past?

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