12:59

For me, .myself and I

Its that time between today and tomorrow that passes swiftly in waves and somehow drifts in slow motion,  it's the time between our goodbyes and our next meeting, it's the bitter of the lemon and the sweetness of the strawberry. The drying of autumn leaves and fall of snow, the meeting of a cold empty winter and a warm calming fall, its 12:59 the end of today and all the things that have drifted into this space become withered
It's 12:59 and as tomorrow comes I open the door to welcome new memories as the old ones slip away its 12:59 in this passage of time we slow down to relive the today

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

An interesting look at the phenomenon called time. Actually, it could be said (and has been said) that time is an illusion created by the mind, that if one dwells continually in the present moment, time ceases to exist. Thus, there is no 12:59; it's always NOW.