Time is a strange creature

 

I wish time is a piece of paper,

with writings that I can rube it off with an eraser,

with stories that I then fold it into two and hide it in a book,

and take it out when I want to remember,

or wrap it around with my favourite food,

and toss it away cause I can buy more,

at the local stationary store,

or make it into an origami crane,

or scribble away with a drawing of an aeroplane.

Time is a strange creature.

It is not a paper.

Studying for finals, Mantin, September, 2021