Reveries

Random personal thoughts, dreams, poems, etc

Time

Time feels as if it’s on warp speed lately and yet what is time? How is something made up come to feel like a sense of an out of control rollercoaster hurtling downhill? Do we mentally create this sense of passing time or is there some unseen momentum happening? What is unfolding all around us that we cannot physically see? I will forever probe that realm…there’s this intuitive sense that it probes me back.