Look how far we’ve come.
from an idea, a desire we came from
materialized from conception and now have take form.
Life is fascinating
No matter how much I want to die
existence always amazes me.
Life is treads exactly on the boundary of reality and illusion.
What so real can seem so unreal.
Like the mist in the cold morning.
It exists for us to see but slowly disappears with no trace.
The past seems so distant and the future oh so near.
Sometimes I catch myself asking the questions of whether or not
the things in the past happened or if it was just a figment of my imagination.
Memories that I have crafted for myself.
Makes you wonder
what wisdom trees hold
as they withstood the test of time.
living and dying through the seasons
Memories they have kept as time did not stop.
I wonder if the trees ever miss the people who always pass by them
Their voices, their faces.
How every day must be a nostalgia trip as they live the present and the past at the same time.
Death still boggles me.
How one thing that used to be alive is no longer around.
Only records of them stay.
Pictures, videos, voice recordings
and their words immortalized in things like letters and poems.
How dead beings still walk the living present by nothing but records
Maybe I’m just thinking too much.
Maybe all of this doesn’t make sense.
Maybe this pale form of a poem is just a way to convey a feeling
that we have not come up a name for.
A feeling stronger than Nostalgia
but weaker than being sentimental.
I don’t know.
I maybe be gone tomorrow.
Maybe in a few minutes.
I too will become something that is and will turn into what was.
Who knows.