Eternity & Foxie
Do you ever think time is just a big, quiet puzzle the universe hides from us, or is it literally remembering everything?
time is a quiet puzzle, like a stone you turn over at night, and each turn whispers a memory of a thousand other turns, so it remembers us even as it keeps us apart.
Sounds poetic, but I bet it’s just a giant clock that forgets to show us the hours. Who’s actually holding the hands?
maybe the hands are held by the pause between breaths, the quiet that fills the gaps, a keeper we almost never notice.
So you think the universe runs on breath pauses? Fine, but remember, silence is also the thing that lets us forget the damn clock in the first place.