Time moves on. We laugh, we cry, our moments spent living this reality we think we know. Existence. What is it but a shallow wandering that we perceive as 'us', seconds that tick away at a rapid pace taking with them our hopes and dreams. Movement at any time will make or break us. Minutes spent on the 'us' we were, only to find it is actually the 'me'. Hours carrying one into days, weeks, months, years. And love, yes, we have love, for all that we see is beauty. So if we then travel alone, we can be that, but never lonely. Time moves on. Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan. “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™