ageless, timeless

A few days ago, when I was in the garden and I was looking through the looking-glass, I found something interesting in the bush. 

It was a clock, and old-fashioned one, on a long, gold chain. It was broken. It didn’t show the right time because it was slow. 

At first, I decided to keep it. I liked its shape and colour. But then I became sad;
what if for someone it was very important, and its owner couldn’t find it? 

I woke up and I took a walk in search of the White Rabbit. I found him behind the seventh tree.
He promised me to ask the Caterpillar about the lost, and he ran away in leaps and bounds,
as always late. I took a few more steps and I saw a tail levitating in the air. I pulled it, but the Cheshire Cat didn’t know anything either, and after a while he disappeared. 

I was tired. I sat down by a rose bush and I saw its petals withering, dying and falling down. 
And I realized that the clock is slow only for us, that we have an illusory impression that we still have enough time, but we don’t. 

So Alice, please, leave your Mirror and start living immediately. 
Don’t be your own reflection. 
Make yourself real. 

A few days ago died a friend of mine. Tomorrow takes place his funeral.
I won't go. It makes me extremely sad.

Because, dear reader, I have my own world. I live in a soap bubble.
I can't be hurt. And you know what? All my life I've been avoiding sorrow.

And it works.