Saturday, November 13, 2010

the time traveller's rife

the time traveller looks at his timepiece. he watches as the ticking hands move. time is constant but not to him. he wonders as to why he needs a watch. it might be the comfort of having time by his side and knowing that she is looking at the same time. or that he is still human, still attached to mortal constraints.

he visits her at present. she stands alone in the grassy field, gazing listlessly into the night sky. unlike other nights, the sky is littered with stars. shining still, at the picking of the star thieves. he treads slowly through knee-high grass towards her, attempting to catch her unawares.

"countless times you've saved me. you're always, always there for me". she said softly, with her eyes still fixated at the skies. "i wish you would have greeted me with a kiss"

without thinking, without hesitance, he travelled back through time to that instance. he manifested in front of her and before she could say anything, greeted her with a kiss. startling her with the gesture.

"countless times you've saved me. you're always, always there for me". she said softly, looking into his eyes. "i wish you would have greeted me, embracing me in your arms"

without thinking, without hesitance, he travelled back through time to that instance. he manifested behind her and before she could say anything, embraced her in his arms. startling her with the gesture.

"countless times you've saved me. you're always, always there for me". she said softly, looking into his eyes. "i wish you would have greeted me, with a whisper in my ear"

without thinking, without hesitance, he travelled back through time to that instance. he manifested behind her and before she could say anything, whispered the sweetest four-letter word ever invented by the human tongue. startling her with the gesture.

"countless times you've saved me. you're always, always there for me". she said softly, looking into his eyes. "i wish you would have greeted me, with a lullaby"

he stopped to think. contemplating the outcome to each time he turned back. he saw the futility in this. he saw only for her happiness, but he could only do so much. for nothing satiates her and this linear paradox.

he travelled back through time to that instance. he manifested beside her and before she could say anything, held her hand in his. he did not listened to what she said. but he saw her lips move. he knew that nothing he could do to change what have changed. he gazes at the stars above, knowing that the comfort of being with her at present is a gift more than anything.

time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration - kahlil gibran

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