Eyes can deceive,
Dreams can deceive,
Words can deceive,
But feelings can’t,
That same thorn can always rip at your heart,
With the only momentum to remove it being time,
It is an everlasting rash in something thinker than time,
Thinner than air,
Stronger than chains,
Looser than water,
The everlasting river of feelings,
Stretched and bent at the same time,
But never ripped,
Dried while soaked,
While always running
The everlasting emotion,
Only slain by forgetting and becoming disconnected with the body,
And letting the soul roam free in the sea of possibilities,
Time,
The everlasting healer,
The ultimate assassin,
Time