Some say....time

Some say....

That time is a healer. Is it a he/she or it-healer?

Some say, that time will heal your wounds and ease your sorrow, when loosing a friend or loved one.

Some say, that time will make it all easier and

some say, that it takes time to do something or let it be

Is it time, that makes me understand something or is it me changing my mind and understanding of it?

If it is me changing my mind, why then do I need time?
Am I too slow for time or is time too fast for me?

Can I blame time for missed opportunities or is it me, again too slow or not aware of time?

Where can I meet time, where can I have a little chat with time and where does time sleep, whiles I am waiting for it to come?

Some say, that time is an illusion, if this is true, why do we rush through life and call it spending time?

Does time know about me, or am I just a memory in time?

And if so, who does remember me and when?

Since time is now and now has no time but is, what makes a whole world believe in time?

Is it to stretch something or to shorten it by using a friend, who is nothing but an illusion?

These are thought’s of mine, spend within a friend, that is not anymore, but has never lost it’s NOW.

It is my friend called time, and some moments in time, I am aware of its presence.

Is time a healer?

My friend is not the healer, because healing does not take time but the one seeking healing seems to.

Mo