“Time is constant and different at the same time.” she said.
“There are times when it takes double the efforts to accept the end of a certain story than it took to actually live it.
There are times when you close your eyes to find yourself watching the faded clips of your favourite moments, deliberately on repeat.
There are times when you watch the fire inside you unleashing more each day,
Yet you decide to consume it,
Hide it and let it burn your own self subtly.
There are times when the fear of this world and people intimidates you more than that demon in those stories.
There are times when you do things which you thought you’d never prefer.
There are times when you break your own heart, to save your very self from the harm of others.
And there are times when you get enough of that time to actually conclude all of this.
These are the times which resemble pages of a bestseller, not the ones with words but the blank ones.
The ones which lead to new chapters.”
She stopped and looking down, she said, “You see,
You are an object, with limited powers.
Time is the deal, the most intangible, tangible power.”