time and love

When people gather around a loved one’s dieing bed, when a person in danger leans on a friend and when a baby is born, then time becomes transferred from one person to the other. It’s a loan in good faith and sometimes it’s a loan that will never be repaid. We do what we have to do, but we seem oblivious of what we’re passing over. Ι often write nonsense because the beauty of chance makes me forget about time being a vector, but if life could be measured, it would be in terms of time and love.