Time

I imagine life to be a deep hole without a bottom at the end.  When you are born , you are being pushed into it and start falling down at a high velocity.There are feathers and flowers growing out of the walls. When you touch them they caress your soul so you feel lucky, loved and fortunate. But there are also pointy rods and swords. When they pierce your soul you pray and wait to hit the rock bottom. You never do.Time heals your wounds and the cycle begins again. You only hit the rock bottom when your time comes.

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