Films pass us by as they show how time goes by. I don't even get that. It's easier to twirl on those silly swings, while raining, while snowing, while nothing. It's easier to walk and keep walking over a packed street, along with Beavis and Butthead. Far more easy to stare at a window while thinking of love, our love, the love. Little bit easy to take a chance and see how a tree grows on our sidewalk. Easy to notice our wrinkles on a mirror, easy to admire someone else's...
And to open a door deep down the ocean. Almost as hard as being stuck somewhere in time.