A glimmer from behind the clouds in the dark night is all I can see of the moon tonight. The warm summer air slowly cools in the lack of light in the night sky. I look up through the clouds at the moon many miles away.
My life is moving, every so quickly that it some times seems to pass by the things that are important. Like friends, lovers, family.
The moon seems not to care much about the clouds, it keeps its bright sliver of light glowing many hundreds of miles away. While I sit here looking up at it thinking about time. Time means nothing to the moon, nor anything else other than us. Time is something we make up, we control, and we enslave our selfs to.
A car drives by full of Friday night party goers, their music blasting from the open car windows. When they I look up the moon is still there, caring nothing for time, or what is going on here. Maybe I should keep the moon in mind next time I think I'm running out of time to do things. It keeps turning with no time, so I should be able to control my time with little problem.
