somewhere between Bermuda triangles tangles comets and satellite celluloid there exists a black hole and some person who is a near likeness to you sits on a shore where time moves in different increments
No one is ever late
or even ‘punctual’
They need no elections no protections, no laws no cause
they never EVER say things like ‘tomorrow’ or
‘maybe’ or ‘someday’
They just are.
This post is in response to the Daily Prompt Maybe