Batch #16

Time is an illusion
So Einstein spoke.

A morning that has no awakening,
staircases without footsteps,
houses that are no homes,
solitude.

The motionless pouring of coffee,
drops of black stars dissolving into thin air,
a black ocean motionless without tides,
solitude.

No memories without history,
no cups without coffee,
no water in the kettle,
solitude.

Time is an illusion
So Einstein spoke.

And so was her cup, till the last drop.

If only we could be strangers again.

 

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