PORTMANTEAU

Time flows constantly. Suppose its initial state was joy, if it is constant, why am i not happy?
If the initial state is sadness, why am i not sad always?
Time is full of glitches. Each glitch triggering events uncontrollable. Can you say it happened in the past?
Or is it happening now? Or will it happen in the future?
Does our perspective even matter?
Time is portmanteau...

There is but one prayer, the one to grant the courage.
Courage to hold the broken flow of time to maintain sanity
Courage to look into the past and face it. Look into its eye without a shred of fear.
Courage to stay still and firm in the flowing rivers.
Courage to dream like I always do. To embrace the beauty of peace in the future.
Courage to end it. Hold the time and tell her to stop running.

Is there a parallel world somewhere out there?
If so, are you happy? Laughing from the bottom of the heart. Like a baby.
Are you living a true life? Or is it a false identity?
How does it feel to be, i cant explain what I am asking or looking for.
Would you call it peace? Or may be something else.
Does time flow in your world like it does here?
Can you hear me? I wonder!

Sometimes I think its a long dream. I would wake up and find myself radiant.
Like a cancer it is eating the perception inch by inch
We are on the verge of a final fall.
Will we grow wings and fly or take a deep dive into the seas.
Either ways, we will disappear.
We will find peace. Finally.
Somewhere deep inside the worlds where I can make peace with you, time!