A comment on ~ Some days…. ~ made me think of this. I wrote it ages ago but, it’s a poem/thought that still rings very true with me now. Thank you Eric Alagan for reminding me of it.
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March 13, 2010
If colours were a thought
processed in your head,
How would you know
what sunlight is laying in your bed,
And how would a simple touch feel
would it set you free,
If people were a figment
What would we mean you and me,
If a day was but a second
and a year was but a blink,
How would you describe what you see in the mirror
tell me do you think,
Say all of us on earth were a sound wave
one that was always online,
I think all we are is a moment
cradled within the hands of time….
processed in your head,
How would you know
what sunlight is laying in your bed,
And how would a simple touch feel
would it set you free,
If people were a figment
What would we mean you and me,
If a day was but a second
and a year was but a blink,
How would you describe what you see in the mirror
tell me do you think,
Say all of us on earth were a sound wave
one that was always online,
I think all we are is a moment
cradled within the hands of time….
An empty space.... 
“…cradled within the hands of time…”
This is both comforting and fleeting. Love it.
Thank you also for mentioning the effect my comment had on bringing this verse out – it is lovely sharing.
Peace,
Eric
Very beautiful!