Time is a Concept

       Something uncommon happened today

Something happening is already uncommon

Do not get me wrong:

Everything is happening all the time

But I am standing still

Going with the flow of the time

I am fleeing from all that is felt

Me and my bed softening the pace of the time

Like one of those clocks that makes no noise

Not feeling the flow or the fall

By not resisting the flow of the time

We are getting along and passing by

It is nice until it is not

Until has no meaning in the noiseless, paceless flow of the time

Time is a concept but one can feel it

Before it is a concept everything is a feeling

I do not feel the feeling of the time

And time, as a concept, is a noiseless, paceless, useless one

Devoid of meaning is the flow of time

Me and my bed softening the feeling of the time

So,

       Something uncommon happened today

       I could feel the pace of the paceless flow of time

       Could not name why I have been fleeing

About to understand,

It is a matter of time