Denna tråd var trevlig. Var tvungen att göra ett till inlägg, detta skrev jag för ca tjugo år sedan på en engelskalektion:
I saw a distant image of myself, crawl along the edge of the dawning sky.
I saw a mirror of myself, painted by time alone, the very time that had passed during my existance.
I saw myself as I had been, I saw what I consisted of, time and nothing but time alone.
I saw what I should have done, but I didn´t see what I was doing, time gone is painful enough.
Time is like a image of nothing, time is nothing and still everything that exists.
I knew what I saw but I didn´t want to se, seeing time is seeing nothing, and nothing is empty.
The future has no time, the future has no image. Thr future is resting in it´s endless wait for the past.
Mvh P