By deevaa Date: 7 February 2001
16" x 20"
Mixed media on canvas
by deevaa
06.02.2001
Father Time
Have you ever noticed that when you have all the time in the world, the seconds slow to breathing rate.
In. Out. Tick. Tock.
And while Father Time is watching us, his eyes become hot with anger, and he snatches away our moments. Swallowing them in great gulps of jealous rage.
He watched over us, with a careful and steady eye, and when he saw you get in your sleek black car and drive carefully away through the snow. He calmed.
And as he watched you pensive, on the edge of your bed, looking around and noticing the emptiness of where I'd once been.
He sensed your sadness.
That was when, the seconds slow to breathing rate.
In.
Out.
Tick.
Tock.