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as dusk fades to dawn
You're standing on the edge of the world, waiting. Over the cliff, the grass shifts; under the sun, the waves glisten and tear up. You can feel it — the ache of your bones, your fragile, broken bones, that it's going to rain soon.
Passing time is a matter of seeing things change, he once said to you, over coffee. If you don't notice anything moving, time hasn't really passed.
"That's bull," you'd criticized, taking a cautious sip of your espresso and nearly jumping up at the scorching burn that has been left on your tongue.
If nothing is moving, nothing is changing, then couldn't you say time has stopped?
No, you'd thought, and even now as you think back to that meeting, the taste in your mouth goes sour because you were right, you were right, you were right.
Because even after all this time, when the good old days have passed and entered into a new era; when teenagers became adults and childhood became a distant memory of the past —
(The wind blows below, and the first raindrops come beating down from the stars.)
(The times have changed, even for the unwilling.)
— even when time passed, he didn't change at all.
Passing time is a matter of seeing things change, he once said to you, over coffee. If you don't notice anything moving, time hasn't really passed.
"That's bull," you'd criticized, taking a cautious sip of your espresso and nearly jumping up at the scorching burn that has been left on your tongue.
If nothing is moving, nothing is changing, then couldn't you say time has stopped?
No, you'd thought, and even now as you think back to that meeting, the taste in your mouth goes sour because you were right, you were right, you were right.
Because even after all this time, when the good old days have passed and entered into a new era; when teenagers became adults and childhood became a distant memory of the past —
(The wind blows below, and the first raindrops come beating down from the stars.)
(The times have changed, even for the unwilling.)
— even when time passed, he didn't change at all.