Time is a different way of dying, to me. I have always associated time with death.
I thought of them as similar tragedies, but with a different face and a different name.
Everyday, little by little we are consumed by time, and before we know it, it is another sunrise. We lose track, we run late, we plan and we plot but timing, has its own way.
Time and death have always been one, playing us, with wit and with will and what I realised is that time, simply consumes us, until we have nothing left to consume.
When death comes, death simply comes for an empty soul, devoid of life and everything that the alter ego of death already took away.