Time is Made from Scarlet Vines

Time is made from scarlet vines that flow through our lives like arteries that pass through the flesh of our lives. It is woven in with the intricacy of a master design and leaves no edges frayed what we can not see.

Time is the taunting of a promise made in which longevity is the supposed gift, but a promise never made. It is the bait that we seek in a race that we pray never ends and only does so when we least want it.

Time is the finality of one end and the beginning of another. It starts fairly measurable and transitions into eternity taunting us with the hopes that one is better than the other!

Time is the fantasy of travel in an escapist's world where reality is the waiting vengence of its cruel response.

Time is an hour glass that waits on us all!