Time

Time Time spent. Time, spend my time. Here, there, dried reality, broken times Yes, everything was lost, only the walk remained. In the space and time, walk alone Walk alone Walk alone In the time In the time Remebering The past I just want someone to come back again. Again. This is the past. Back in the past Recreate it from the past form again from the past time. Someone is in the past. Love Her name is the Past. Not a woman. The past is what I want. The time of the lost age It’s never coming back. I know it. But it’s my dream. The past. I want to live it now Again and again. And again. Why was that time then, and why do I want it again? Why? I can’t live without the past. Can’t. The past is pulling me back. This is the love of the past My soul and the past are a union, they live together in the living past time, there is the dark Dark and light in my life. The clouds are black in the sky, this is the dark life, so close, so far Living in the dark memory is a sharp life. Now. Live in two time places, oh this is so high Internal examination of my soul’s works. It is continuous. The question is why? That’s why Questions from the past. Pasts from the questions. Questions from black clouds of lost life My lost life. Others lost their lives. Everyone lost their lives. This time is like a dark hurricane A storm. Is it the end of life? End of the world? No, it is not that, only a wave of the being Being, being. I just see life. Is that being? Maybe a projection. Looks real. Strong view Strong view is strong projection. But where is the existence? In the heart. Life comes… From there. I want to kill my heart. I want to live without a heart. I want to live without subjectivity. Yes. I want to see the reality. The real dream of life. The time of present time Needs it kind. A kind. A lens. A lens without heart. Give me life. The objectivity of life Time, life. Life, time. I want to live in the next. That’s the future. Imagined realism. Of life Time Life Past Kind Next Cruel? No Unknown The life Dead heart