Escape...

Time, it seems, is an indifferent ally---firing minutes like loaded weapons, passing hours as a shooting salve, counting moments blindly into eternity.

Too late I see time is merely a created toy, wound up and left spinning in hte wounded hands of One for whom it holds no meaning. Ages aren't enough time for that which finds its fullness in a day. An hour. A moment.

Angel.

I would kill it if I could. Wrap my fingers round its steely neck and squeeze forever to still the pregnant pauses, to grind to silence the ticking beast. But I am weak. Helplesss. Also a created being.

Left spinning.

Time, my enemy, my friend you heal all wounds , yet leave open the festering sores of memories burned indelibly on hte soul.

Angel.
Please forgive.


I didn't know that time , which was my friend, would betray you as my enemy. I didn't know his blessing would be my life-saving curse.

Would that I, like you, could escape forever the indifferent hands of time.