Reminder of the inevitable.

Alone at night
Never alone
When the time passes like a stream of something more fluid than water.
The sudden realization  of the fact that there’s no such thing as hours nor decades;
that what has to happen will happen;
that the certain is always here like a promise,
hidden inside a box that neither of us dares to open.
Inside of it dwells that timeless, living fate.
Illogical, bittersweet.
Misunderstood.