Photo by Niels de Groot

‘You see, time is a funny thing. Seemingly etching its way through our reality. But the supposed linearity of it only comes from our own man-made devices. I always imagined time to be more like water. Flowing and fluid, surrounding us. A sort of fleeting thing. Personal. I dunno, it’s hard to explain… But what do I know anyway. I don’t even have a watch. Besides most of the time I don’t even know what day¬†of the week it is.’ she said while staring somewhere in the distance. As if she was thinking of something far bigger than the conversation we were having. And all of a sudden it stopped. She looked at me with a silly grin on her face.

She turned her eyes away from me and stared back at her coffee. I loved it when she tried to make me part of that complex thought-train that was always running full-speed in her head. And as usual, fail miserably as the thoughts outpaced her ability to catch them into words. I watched as she took another sip.

‘I am going to miss you a million.’ I thought while taking her in. Trying to burn her image in my memories.

As that thought kept echoing through my head I felt the air turn thick. The blueish haze covered my reality once more and slowly but surely the whole world came to a standstill.

‘Here we go again.’ I murmured.