#temporal reality

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And why do i find it easier talking to no one (and in essence, myself) via a tumblr post than actual people via themselves...

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Jesse, my love, is in a flow state. It is so interesting to watch him sit and create for hours on end, completely oblivious to the time passing around him,

It does not matter, because he is present and focused on his creation of beautiful soundscapes. He is immune to time because he decorates it. In this mindset he lives outside of time so he can manipulate it and coax it to do his bidding.

While he decorates time I try my best to decorate space. Pretty words, emotive colors, shapes, feelings, tangible objects that are steadfast in relation to time.

There are days I wish I was a time wizard like him. To be honest, I am afraid of time, like many of us are. It passes through my fingers like fine sand, minutes and seconds carried away in a gentle breeze, never to be seen again. I live moment to moment, hoping to preserve a small inkling of what has occurred, but I can never capture it all. 

There are times it seems futile. I wish to drift in the flow of time, weightless and free like a melody on the wind. I wish to understand the innate nature of time itself. To play with it like a toy as he does, but I feel stuck in the past, the future, even just the now. 

Bound by my own temporal reality.