Collection_Denouement: T I M E

Somewhere inside me, inside you, time moves slowly. Sitting both of us in front of the same Mirror, seeing our shadows in the glass, trying to discover the fascinating secrets of an unknown flower. And me watching the hands of the clock moving backwards, but it's just fear trying to fool me. Time flies, another instant is diluted in waiting And I'm no longer the same as I was yesterday. And you are still a sea of beautiful words that I cling to. A horse in the fog Holding on the time.