Theif

Thief
By Steph

From the moment we are born time begins to steal from us. Like darkness in an intricate design it beings to work within us. Aging our bodies, tearing and wearing away the very thin threads that keep us attached to the very world of the living.

From the first breath of life it is already thieving, working slowly, silently. Like a timer inside that could stop, any moment, any second. Soon the body begins to age, wither and even after time has stolen away the very life force within us, it carries on it's vengeful quest. Destroying the body into dust, seemingly never satisfied. Mere mortals can never understand the fabrics of reality and what it is that really keeps us here.

Time is micelles, time is vengeful and darkness, stealing countless of loved ones and taking them to a place where no one else can follow. Since civilisation first began, mankind had forever been in constant confliction with time, going against nature, to try and stop time's feud with life. yet, it seems nothing can halt a force way beyond our understanding. For in reality what chance do we have against something that can wither very planets into dust? Crumble even mankind into the ground until we are nothing more then a mere memory, left to float in time's complex fabrics?

For against time, we are powerless.