Time drips and dribbles in through the windows, it covers the floors, it runs in streams all around me, brightly colored, forming a web of power and beauty. It mesmerizes me in its watery glow and I am left confused by the sheer strength of the energy I feel. I walk toward it and I realize at the last minute it is a trap. An hour becomes a year, two decades compress into two seconds. Layered in and around itself, it engulfs me. It fills me with wild youth, stretching across gold and silver plains beneath a shadowed sky filled with lightning. I am a child alone in the midst of nature. The clouds part and the sun is as warm as I can remember it ever was. It pulls me away from there and I am an old man. I am filled with tubes giving me air, food, and enough strength to hang on to life. I am in a white room filled with light, reminding me every minute that I will soon be in Heaven. I close my eyes, a single tear rolls down my withered and dusty cheek and in the darkness I see myself as a man. Between life and death, memories found and lost. I am happy and I am sad. I am yin and I am yang. In the middle with no way to return and one way to go. I stretch out to others whom I have loved and hated and a painful joy makes me scream so loud I cannot be heard. Is there fate? Can I choose to become younger in my later years? Can I run fast enough that I can travel to the future and see if I was right? Can I make the world revolve around me? So many questions, no one is answering, and I just remembered that I am still caught in the web of time and that this took ten minutes to write but it felt like half an hour.

Why the hell are we here? And do I ramble too much?