'Time' is my playmate. It plays with me and look how I still use it to create non-existent 'You and me'. It doesn't occupy any space; you can't see it but that doesn't make it any less realistic. Only if you could feel it through me. Your inability to feel didn't make me suffer much but a little, for instance, how my eyes suffer when i look at the stars without my glasses on, when I take a sip of chai but without a single cube of sugar, as if I'm reading a story of a language unknown.
I've built the strongest walls around 'You and Me'. Your disbelief wont be able to penetrate it. I've laid some real brick blocks of 'Time' securing them against your gazes that seem empty now.
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