The only true difference between us is time. The years in which and how we have lived. Having too much on our hands but never enough to hold on to. Back and forth through dimensions that could never quite grasp our depth. Start. Stop. Start again. Our very existence fades away with every grain of sand. We are not invincible. Sooner or later life catches up to us, forcing us to calm down. So for tonight, let’s live as if Father Time isn’t coming to collect the years that we owe him.
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