Knocking on the front door, it is the time, the air heavy with unspoken words. I take a sip, hoping for courage, but my voice falters into awkward silence. Time laughs, taunting me with memories of tears shed, knowing the passage of moments while I remain lost in its currents.

On a blue summer day, the wind whispers through my soul, rustling the leaves of my heart. It’s time, a time to recall a love lost, and time chuckles, claiming we are alike, if only I’d realized, for I do not know how to hold on, and neither does it.

It encircles me, murmuring that it erases the paths where love fades into the darkness alone. I push back, declaring it confines, while I seek release, as it lulls passions to sleep and gnaws away at my existence, envious of my yearning for knowledge.

As I wither in the pursuit of reviving love, deep within lies an eternal child, untamed and unready to mature. I can change, but time will never forget me. I retort that it is the one that holds me captive, not the other way around.

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