Our convictions are just as fluid as our existence,Yet we go through life
Claiming things,
What do we have,but this illusion of belonging.
You are the universe dear child,
Survival is the ichor in your veins.
I’ve always believed that time is a highly illusive concept,
We break it into fragments like every other thing,so our mind can grasp the bit of it that it can.
We like to believe that time goes on but bends to accommodate us.
We are infinite,but we also want to believe that ‘infinity’ is time that goes on without limit.
But you are infinite,Greatness...Bigger than time.
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