Time

You won't know what time is like, what the passage of time is like until you kiss its cheek. A kiss on the cheek of time is not the same for everyone. Every person remembers it differently and may even add shades of gentle lies, or tone down misconceptions. Their own, or others'. You might see it come down to a self-induced memory of a cheek that grows old, but goes back a long way to the plump, rosy version, people may or may not remember, they may or may not know after they have forgotten all its full-bloom roundness of its now more crinkled, wrinkled everything, already edgy, crispy, dry and unattractive. Nevertheless, some refuse to kiss it or hold on to the phantom of a non-existing memory. They would rather believe time only exists now and that it doesn't have a face, let alone a cheek, so that time doesn't have to save it. To save its face. Yet, its cheek is there for everyone to see in their own time. A different kind of time, subjective and unaffected by the cruel passage of too objective time. A cheek in time, a time's cheek: a kiss on it will clarify, all is not an illusion, and, yet, it is your heart. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.