The trip

11.01.05 (2:19 am)   [edit]

The trip begins today,


Sixteen days….


Before I even begin


I know it will be over.


I will be back as if I haven't been away.


Time folds upon itself,


The future becomes present, and then past,


Moments become one,


The days, weeks, months, years,


Meld, and only memories remain.


Time does not flow,


It races, not a river at all,


But like the rapids,


Flash floods,


Rough waters


Propelling us forward


Without regard to our desire


To grasp the moment


We keep nothing


We are naked but just don't know it.


I will enjoy my trip,


But it will be over before I know it,


Like I have never been…..

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