Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Frieze

don’t be scared to stop when all around is rushing and pushing.

a wish that we could pause time momentarily, to let our selves carry on whilst our worlds suspend their inanimate animations. a little time, snatched to clutch at waving hands, to trail routes drawn by slipping fingers. to turn the clocks to run our own rhythm rather than surviving in a timespace governed by nebulaic frolics and a rotational mathematical whirl.

you’re most welcome to come and visit me some time, in the corner where axis intersects axis. we can hide our essences in the knowledge that we know no zeroes, not from this corner of the angular world, and that time can be frozen to others as it can exist in one eternal moment just to us.

Frieze.

Is there a reason why you picked “frieze” instead of ‘freeze’?

some sort of dictionary thing would say that a frieze is a mini-picture depicted in architecture or a little bit of detail somewhere…

…i’m not sure if there’s a reason…what’s your interpretation?

You speak of pausing moments and suspension. I guess I was speaking of it literally. ‘Freeze’ somewhat implicates time and such.

never enough time. to be able to control, to hold time hostage, just for a moment. a moment to catch your breath.

your writing is magical.

andophiroxia: freeze and frieze are both…well, they echo the similarity when said. So a picture, a capture, a frozen moment…

camille: thank you. have you tried to make time stop driving on?

your welcome. and yes I have tried but as they say resistance is futile. there are moments, memories of when time all but stopped for a few short seconds. and somehow everything makes sense, or perhaps it is more that I stop trying to make sense of it.

maybe everything gets lost at some point. who can tell! we are just mere mortals being guided into paths…