Time passes in the oddest of ways,
Something might happen fast,
Yet feel so far away.
We use clocks to measure it,
Making it seem so simple,
Yet as i feel it slipping by,
It feels more like a ripple.
Time does not march at the ticking of the clock,
But rather at the beating of the heart.
People have questioned the existence of gods for longer then i can know,
Since that which we cant perceive,
Will never truly show.
If in this very moment,
an hour feels like the blinking of my eye,
Then if i were to call it such,
Would it really be a lie.
Time always flows differently for every living soul,
What may right now feel fast to me, is to another slow.
Can we truly confine something so beyond us,
To a clock that ticks to a synchronized beat.
In the face of that which we can never control,
We must simply accept defeat.
For inside of every hourglass,
Is a completely different sand heap.
Is it a race against the clock? Or a race against our mind,
For i feel when it comes to time, its us ourselves that bind.
We do not choose the flow in accordance with our woes,
Its our thoughts that control the flow,
And decide how fast our mind will row.
If we lack for stimulation, the ride might feel quite slow,
But in another situation, it’s gone before you know.
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drawing my au sabitos- this ones swap au :)
I only really have 1 full scene for this au- and it started from me thinking him & Shinjuro both being depressed drinking buddies, lamenting about their deceased dark-haired beauties
When Sabito became a pillar he turned the water estate into a sort of training hub for all breath of water users, to try and help more people to mastery. He pretty regularly spars with people in his downtime, makes comments and tries coaching people from the sidelines very often
Most people are kinda weirded out by him- hes aggressive and stern, very snarky, but he never takes off the mask and it makes him look perpetually sad- sometimes he has this air of melancholy around him, listless, the mask fits in better when hes in those moods. But aside that hes usually very kind and genuinely tries to look out for the skayers under his roof, very hospitable as long as they stay out his shit.
So hes very well received, but no one has seen his face- ever. They have all kinds of rumors and theories about why he wears it, what his face looks like, what the mask is even supposed to mean. Some of the more daring(/disrespectful/immature) inahbitants try to sneak a look in the mornings before he puts it on- but he's always wide awake, sightless blue eyes of the mask staring them down from an inch away the moment they open it
Anyways, one day he's out in the yard sparring with a higher ranked slayer in front of a group doing their own training and whatnot too- theyre both intensely into it, movements hard to keep track of and training swords clashing so loud it echos in the area. The slayer accidentally aims at his mask, the mood changes with a sudden pressure in the air when Sabito deflects the swing and reaches towards them in a flash- a harsh grip in their hair and yanking them so theyre centimeters from his face
"Don't touch the fucking mask."
Everyone drops dead silent at the utter malice dripping through his tone, a moment passes as Sabito realizes what he did and lets go of their hair. He gently ruffles it and straightens his back instead of posturing over them
"I deeply apologize. ...I think i should call it a day." he says in an uncharictaristically quiet voice before putting his training sword up and going to his room
NO ONE bothers him for the rest of the day, or the day after, they give him plenty of space and try their best not to prod at him or tick him off like they usually do- the slayer who was sparring w him was scared shitless and tries their damndest to stay out of his way and not piss him off again. They've never seen him genuinely angry like that- he gets pissed off and annoyed plenty, daily even, but that sudden cold fury over the near hit of his mask was terrifying to witness.
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