Illusion. Wrapped in memory. Alluding my now.
Frosting up the window panes, these eyes cannot see clear
for now. Frozen in a millisecond. Time stopped, I think.
Memories play their dance, as we try to speak.
Not without uncertainty, as time has paused again.
Readjust the wording some. Maybe it flows through sand?
Hollow minds and stuttered thoughts muddle up inside.
Unsure with deft certainty, this could be THE time.