Still
Everything is…still…
It would seem as if time has decided to take a break for a while.
After all,
It has been working since the beginning of time…
Most likely longer…much, much longer…
I wonder how long?
Wouldn't there have to have been time for time to start?
Maybe the old one died… and a new one began… a new sort of time.
But then again…
I wonder where that time came from….
Maybe it’s this endless cycle of time …
After time…
...After time….
So much time, each a little different then the next…
Each unique… where a hour can be an minute…
Or a second a lifetime……..
But it has stopped, for some reason…
Yet, I can move freely in it.
But I am afraid to... afraid of it’s fragility.
For this might never happen ever again, this stillness…
It’s so, peaceful, so quiet… just…..still.
Not a single sound… not a single movement.
Just…. Still.
I’m afraid to breathe this still air.
I don’t want my heart to move a single beat…
For it might kick start time again.
I wonder that if I make the simplest of movements,
Just something small…
A finger twitch...
...My eyes jerk…
Would time restart again… start anew… all over again…
Or would it start up with a different beat… a different type of time.
Where everything was quicker… or incredibly slow …
Or maybe I will be stuck in this timeless existence forever…
With no need to rush…
No need to move at all….
Just stay here, lost in eternity…
Ever so…still.
Just….
….Still.

 
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