Short Stories/ Poetry: If time could stop
- sn pubs
- Aug 16, 2017
- 1 min read

i.
it will be
with the strange softness
that we set off with 4:27 pm on
our minds, an ever lingering
sensation of your racing car heart
and the tension on my mind.
ii.
i dream a dream of a dream,
of people floating into a void
of memories, and
of the quiet, where we venture
into the open space of a world
where worry is a word that
lacks a meaning
iii.
but reality is a flash of a photograph
sweeping us off our feet.
and we float (yes, we float)
on storm clouds like water droplets
to rain into the universe of the
hopefully serene reality.
iv.
these days we sit in hallways,
legs crossed and heads bent,
craned in the search of sound.
but only the quiet returns.
Germaine Ong (3 Purity)
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