Eternal Present

While you think the world keeps on turning with its sorrows and longings... its willing to remember more than what really befell, of prevent itself from get lost in grieving spirals full of circumstantial windings. There's something you sense... a cosmic reflection of a telepathically shared thought and a maybe subjunctive, maybe future tense will talk with bright words... memories will be Preset and will build a castle by your side full of nooks to be discovered... because, you know what? there's something that made time stop, with the sound of the waves, and those minutes were kept in a sand case, condensed in words, in the five, or six, or seven, senses, and such a valuable thing this is that was beyond any tense... "atemporal" became such a small adjective and it turned into Eternal Present so, now, any minute could be the next.