. pause .

sometimes we seem so rushed, so busy, so full of things to do, there's no time to do anything else besides hurrying along to the incessant beat of the day, the week, the month...the unrelenting flow of time.

too crowded and too much. yet time still tics away, uncatchable, unpredictable. always coming and going, but never returning.

too loud and too crammed. yet the melody of time continues playing, turning, changing. to relive the past is to lie.

does time ever stop? can it? will it?

silence,

is quintessential, even music has bars of rest and volume can be muted.

forget everything for a moment. sit down. close eyes.

. p a u s e .