No thing is a thing

Staring at the space between two rocks, each standing proud against the ages, like two suns or two atoms in a diamond lattice arrangement, stuck, imprisoned onto themselves as they were made, almost eternal.
But the space between, ever changing, expands slowly as their own existence decay.
And that vacuum is their own perspective of Time, as two lovers distancing themselves from one another as the terrible Reality happens and as the winds and the rains break the ground around them and the thing that once was called love becomes just another lost monument to Time.

           All time is just naught that once was.

Anónimo