<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358386" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time Passes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time is passing while I am waiting<br>For true life to have some meaning-<br>Time is passing and I blindly<br>Count to ten upon my fingers-<br>Not knowing and not even able to distinguish<br>What is real from what is not? <br>One, two, three and the voices inside me won't stop commanding-<br>Four, five and six-<br>All I see are snakes within the bleakness and confinement of this room-<br>Seven, eight, and nine, and even through this dim light I believe I am being watched-<br>I count aloud to ten upon my fingers and<br>Time is passing and all that is all that I hear for the moment-<br>All that I see, I reach out to touch or to open my eyes to see-<br>Time has passed and everything is silent, without a trace of<br>Ever being near and once more I count, <br>Starting at seven, eight and then nine- watching the second hand on the wall clock and<br>Ten? Ten more hours to be locked inside of this empty, room where<br>The walls are barren and I am alone with my thoughts-<br>Time is passing and I would be running away, but there is nowhere to run to, except to<br>Places inside of my mind and one, two three and all that I see is<br>The walls of this empty room and a locked door-<br>I could count from one to a thousand and<br>Inside of this room I would remain- I could count to one million and<br>I would die before I even got there- so I count from one to three over and over because<br>Everything is seemingly easier when I am lost inside the world of my fantasies and<br>I realize now what is not truly real and threatening shall never harm me and<br>Time is passing and as I count, I am blissfully losing myself inside the world<br>I have made here inside of my mind for myself, alone…<br>This way time may pass even before the sun rises tomorrow, and then-and then? <br>My life perhaps shall have some meaning-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358386" data-title="Time Passes de Claudia Krizay" data-description="Time is passing while I am waiting For true life to have some meaning- Time is passing and I blindly Count to ten upon my fingers- Not knowing and not even able to distinguish What is real from what is not? One, two, three and the voices inside m..."></div> </div> </div>

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