The Gatherer Of Hooves

Is this reality? Or is it just the product of my past activities? It is currently 9 am as my clock plays my theme of awakening. My peacefull schedule for today is just plain nothing. What do I see?

Is it a dark force or just my mind getting recognized by my friends? Or my tragic little pony plushie falling because of the air blowing from the window. The end is an answer, my dearest friend... It is an honest clue of your past drama. So be it. As I walk through my kitchen I saw a clue of misery, my friend sleeping on the floor, showing a grin that was probably his last. O.K. now it is already 5 in the afternoon? Or probably another lie by your no so saviour that is hided under your construction of reality.

“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” -Jessamyn West

But, now I feel confronted by a simplistic wave. My limbs are now getting confronted by this realistic thing. This is not fiction, it is the truth. Seconds ticking away from my certain evaporation. What time is it? 7 pm? Time is probably too fast no matter how it is made. As for me, I found fascinating that there is still time left as my body clearly reach another state but without really being so as I feel the thing. Will I become timeless?

“Time is an illusion.” -Albert Einstein