Bet

If jealousy was a color, what would it be?

If time is stealthily robbing infinity day by day, scaling the clocks in your dreams and your watches, then memory remains my cursed companion. And that is also why I don't wear watches anymore. I have nothing to offer but eternity, so come bid my time in exchange for exasperation and plea for hope, golden sweet fulfilling hope

Hope that in time will transform into something magical, or a miracle, that tempts everyone beside me except me; hope that in time everything is less convoluted, hope that in time the line between truth and what - lies? - blur into one puddle, one big happy puddle where little kids jump in and make a huge splash! and evaporate into our universe, so that there will be no distraction where they burn in the stars, in Sirius or Bellatrix.

So place your bets in time or in hope, and hope, really, really hope