A thing that can not be measured 

I count seconds and days 

But the actuality of it is that those moments can never be counted

They come and go like the water in an unstoppable river

I want to control it

To master it

But my human mind will never understand how powerful this entity is

This thing we call time

It outlives every breath

It escapes every space

It’s immeasurable


And limitless 

No, I can’t understand the concept of time 

How can I understand something that has no limits

Something that is greater and larger than me

Yet another creation that isn’t mine to understand

But I live in its midst

Thanking God that I have the privilege to experience time

As I watch the time for others come and go

I remain grateful but fearful of when my time will cease

Each second is a measure of time passed

Each minute that slips away is lost 

I become angry at the present 

For it is the only thing I can force myself to comprehend.

The now, 

For the past is timeless,

And the future is infinite.

Published by BrwnSknSwty

Mrs. Nettles/Published Author/🐱🐱🦜mom/☕️❤️/🪴❤️/Army Soldier/✝️/OES/♍️/ :::Life Quote:::Traveling through words on a road called life, reading the map backwards, and still finding my purpose :::Author of::: “Ten Years And Nothing” https://www.xlibris.com/en/bookstore/bookdetails/828845-ten-years-and-nothing :::Website::: www.brwnsknswty.com :::Follow Me::: Instagram and Twitter @brwnsknswty :::Join Me:::Facebook Group BrwnSknSwty :::LinkedIn::: https://www.linkedin.com/in/latonia-nettles-2918a5a0 :::Cashapp::: $LatoniaNettles

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