Runaway time

im777agesCity … Noisy, dusty, fussy, suffocating exhaust fumes and stunning the incessant roar of machinery. Cold and dark … Thousands and thousands of people pass by, omitting eyes and seeing nothing around except their own problems. people sleep, they have no time to wake up. And why? From hopelessness and despondency they meet another gray morning. You walk down the street, and it seems if hundreds of people around, but it is not. You’re the one, the only a tiny island in the cold ocean other people’s problems.
But you go on the streets and rejoice. What? I do not know. probably just what are you, that in heaven the sun is shining; rejoice wind, tangled in her hair, fingering his fingers, stroking, as a beloved puppy. You go, and time is flowing around you, piercing every cell of the body. And you feel that you belong to him that exist not just in itself, but in time, is interested in and a soft, like warm water …