Who is that time?

 The people within us are people we don’t knowThe one who says hello…The one who talks too fast and blinks too many timesWho is that person?I placed a burnt orange flower petal at your feetand you didn't look downI am on my knees nowasking you to see I am also made of space and flowers. Was it I who told you I need space?Was it Me who wanted to run through that space?run away from that spaceWas it me who didn’t know, didn’t know a damn thing about time. That there is so much space in timethat time and space are nearly of the same frequencyThe same title they say didn’t fit meIs the one I use to describe you… They say time is an illusion,I say so are wewe are not standing here, watching clocksbetween us there is no space me and you I think are timeless,spaceless, and falling down in a whirlwind of airMe and you are not here, not thereonly inside me is there the world. you and me are the world,did you know that?Did you know we are nothingalso. How can we be standing in the middle of everything?and know nothing, about everythingand there you stood with your red sweaterand told me you didn’t want this anymore I asked you what is this…and you said it was nothing, nothing at allwe are just spaces between each otherbut we are also the madness in our voices. we are we are small and smaller evenwe are not, we are not as dead as our dreamsthat sink us in the bathroom mirrorwhen we stare at the mole that looks suspicious. I am, I am not the flesh and bones that I seem to be made ofI am I am the purple inside my headIt’s not a monster exactlyI think it’s candy, it’s sweet like your faceAnd the small lines under your eyes. nina