I think time and space are too little, too insignificant, when laid down in comparison to all that I have to do. Yet. I have so many things on my mind, so many wishes, so much my eyes haven't seen. It's a pity that we all at one time or the other become slaves to some system or another.
We, who thought of ourselves as free spirits, rebels, different people, artistic people, non conformists, geniuses. Basking in a self created light of nonchalance.
There are shadows now. Other people have stepped in. Claimed the light. Soaked up a beam. And we, or I, never knew when that happened.