If you ask me what my first love was, I will say, time; unrequited. I fell in love with time and how it doesn't stay. Indefinite. Infinite. Never ending. Never staying. It makes me cry, it makes me smile, it makes me remember I am living a life of lie, it makes me regret and shoulder grief too. Time; so alive yet feels so dead.

Love is meant to stay alive. That's how love is supposed to be I think; alive even after you are not. How you can't touch it. The only way possible is to stare...