The longest 7 days, but the shortest distance.

Friday, August 23, 2013

One's feeling toward time is subjective.

When one is eager for something to happen, time is going as slow as glacier. 
As one doesn't want to face an event, time is going faster than you can react to it. 
Can't remember it is from a poem or from a pop song, but it goes like this: 




The furthest distance in the world 


The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don’t know that
I love you

The furthest distance in the world
Is not when i stand in front of you
Yet you can’t see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet can not be together

The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly cannot resist the yearning
Yet pretending
You have never been in my heart

The furthest distance in the world
Is not when plainly can not resist the yearning
Yet pretending you have never been in my heart
But using one’s indifferent heart
To dig an uncross-able river For the one who loves you



It sounds pretty sad, but on the other hand, it is somehow the truth. 

Waiting is just the matter of how fast I think the time is passing. 
The time will eventually come. The day will eventually show up on the calendar. 
When the precious time that people await for is finally happening, they will use every strength to make it last longer. 
But what about when it passes? Do they remember every laughter, every moment, or every heart beat? 

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