Time

Again on my mind

Or is it all just in my mind?

This concept of Time,

The linear kind like they told us:

Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow.

The Akashic record, the book of days,

Is not like a book,

With binding,

A beginning, middle, end.

Introduction

Identification, description of characters, the cast,

Conflict, interaction, attraction, repulsion, neutrality, boredom.

Emotions, banter, conversation, embrace,

Letting go,  greeting new, always changing.

Conclusion, happy or sad or a cliffhanger...

How could it be written? 

So instead of a book, perhaps,

It is like a crytalline soup, 

Waiting for a string to form upon,

Starting with a strand and building, growing,

Turning into a proper crystal,

Shining, bright, with multiple facets,

Full of fire,

The colors come out like a prism bends light

Into a Rainbow.