THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

NO TIME

NO TIME

I am haunted by my past -

both by the wrongs I'd like to right

and by the moments that I wasn't wise enough to savor.

I am frightened by the future, yet to be made,

but nonetheless a fearsome fall into the abyss of what can't be known.

There can be no present,

as it is sandwiched in between the realities of the past and the future as it streaks by

so damn quickly that it is in the past before I'd even felt it.

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