one

     In one hour, my blog would turn one.

     I think I aged ten years in this one.

     Ever since I started work again, the choice is always to write or sleep.

     And even then, I haven't been sleeping a lot.

     Even if I keep very still, life is still passing by.

     No, time is still passing by.

     Life, well, life is but a medium for time. Sometimes it's so beautiful that I think my life has finally caught up with time, and then we fall out of sync again.

    You are going to have to chase me your whole life, Time says.

    Time is a lot like love. Both like you to chase them, when really they have always been inside.

    I imagine at the end of life. Time sidles up to you and finally tells you, I have always been here, child. But the chase, ah the chase, is to keep you alive.