Time is a four letter word projected into our eyes, confined in our minds. Your soul is a spirit that flies through multiple lives. we are all one, but drops in a river that flow through the veins of the universe. love, love I say, thats all there is. thats the best we can give. but why can so many not give it. some must still twist their toes, trip and fall on their nose. Lie and die. Redefine. Recreate. Escape. Humiliate. Contemplate. Finally coincide, with peace and the divine. The mind, oh it only takes some time… love. one. soul. your own, which becomes the whole.