Someone is knocking on the front door, and it’s time. I take a sip to find my words, but I’m lost in silence, and time chuckles at my struggle. It mocks the tears I’ve shed, knowing it can pass through without a care, while I remain trapped in its grasp.

On a summer day, the sky is a brilliant blue, the wind whispers through my soul. Inside, there are leaves rustling in my heart, and it’s time again. I recall a love that slipped away, and time chuckles once more, claiming we are equals, if only I could see. It cannot stay, and neither can I, yet it encircles me, murmuring that it erases all traces, that passions fade in the darkness, leaving me alone.

The relentless march of time, with its indifferent laughter, is a reminder of life’s fleeting nature. It shows me that while it moves on, I am left to grapple with memories and emotions that linger, unable to escape its grasp. In the end, time’s laughter echoes through the corridors of my heart, a bittersweet reminder of the transient nature of all things…

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