Time

My theory about time:

I hate it. I always say he laughs at us because it lets us run, and sometimes we even think it gives us a truce. But it doesn't. It attacks in some mysterious way. And then, when we are careless about it, it punches us down and wins for knock out.

I don't know. I have thought as many times (the time) of him as I have thought about death. They have such a strong relation. They make fun of us all. I hate time, but is like some bad friend you can't get rid of.

Time also has to do with life. That's the real truce. Thinking abput living your time. Because every time is different. Mine is not the same of yours, and that's the worst of all. That's what pisses me the most: to know that I may found someone great, but with different timing, and different perspectives, and so on, so on.

I don't know. I will always fight time as Apollo fought Hades in the underworld to have his beloved aside (myth to explain the day and night, Apollo is the sun, and he goes to fight Hades. Whenever he goes, the night comes).

Speaking of time. It will be a year the next Monday...