Time

To have the sensation of running countercurrent, like in a treadmill in which one, however you want to run, you’re always at the same point. When all could be worst and each time you have to run more and more, put more commitment for arrive, until you become tired, until your legs do not respond and until your lungs do not work enough and you let go of the bar, leaving you, going far away of all. It is like wage a long battle in which you are sure that you are going to lose. This is just fight against the time. Time runs, passes, causes pain, tramples on you… don’t forgive that. Time does not stop even you  wish it with all of your strength, even you close your eyes and put all of your concentration on it. The only thing you can get is to go back on that moment, go back at that day, at that place and remind all that you have lived, but only on your mind. Time talks, time tells you the truth and the lies. There is nothing than could deceive the time. Time puts everybody on his place. Time could give all and then snatch all away again. It is cruel; it separates you from what you want someday. Time could make that nothing will ever be the same.