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In the minutes and hours flying by Interlaced in their quiet chaos I find myself wondering, Amidst this storm of experience, On moments past I find it curious How in these long expanses of time I become jealous of those Who can find the seconds instead Living for the moments which matter I drive sometimes Late at night And as the street lights illuminate me However fleetingly I imagine those moments As memories Ones I haven't had the honor to savor I sometimes lose control Of this concept of time I allow it to dictate my position And I forget About these moments Almost naïve In why I was ever jealous of them I see a shallow rim of water In the wake of my path But most times I don't see the ripples Around individual steps I look down and suddenly All that exists is a line of disturbed water Supposedly where I had stepped before I hope I find these moments These steps These seconds Illuminated by arbitrary street lights Standing in the wake of these ripples But this time Savoring their individual tenancies Interlaced in their quiet chaos
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
A Quiet Chaos
In the minutes and hours flying by Interlaced in their quiet chaos I find myself wondering, Amidst this storm of experience, On moments past I find it curious How in these long expanses of time I become jealous of those Who can find the seconds instead Living for the moments which matter I drive sometimes Late at night And as the street lights illuminate me However fleetingly I imagine those moments As memories Ones I haven't had the honor to savor I sometimes lose control Of this concept of time I allow it to dictate my position And I forget About these moments Almost naïve In why I was ever jealous of them I see a shallow rim of water In the wake of my path But most times I don't see the ripples Around individual steps I look down and suddenly All that exists is a line of disturbed water Supposedly where I had stepped before I hope I find these moments These steps These seconds Illuminated by arbitrary street lights Standing in the wake of these ripples But this time Savoring their individual tenancies Interlaced in their quiet chaos
ShallowSky
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ShallowSky
20/M/Los Angeles
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
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