Every second right now the next second, the second after that is fleetingly the future, present, then the past.
They all come and go so fast, the future is second from the past and even closer with the present.
In the space of 3 seconds you have all three and don’t even know that they’re there and gone.
And now at this moment in time is the youngest you will ever be again, then that is in the past.
Every second of the present is fleeting into the past as fast ad you can blink your eyes.
Here and gone and here and gone. Gone forever only looking forward to the future that will be here in a second.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Every second right now the next second, the second after that is fleetingly the future, present, then the past.
They all come and go so fast, the future is second from the past and even closer with the present.
In the space of 3 seconds you have all three and don’t even know that they’re there and gone.
And now at this moment in time is the youngest you will ever be again, then that is in the past.
Every second of the present is fleeting into the past as fast ad you can blink your eyes.
Here and gone and here and gone. Gone forever only looking forward to the future that will be here in a second.
Original Work by Tasa Jalbert Copyright 2014
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