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I realize that the time we have won’t be enough. If you add all the moments up.... You have a lifetime that flashed by in the blink of an eye. & Maybe if I can count all our moments together... Instead I will have an eternity to share. Today, I am 23 and tomorrow I shall be flowers arising. I clench and whisper to myself to remember every detail. Feeling the moments slipping. As the way life arises into consciousness & then out to oblivion. I am reminded that all of myself is only the parts in which I can recollect. My mind the only bridge from meaningful to meaningless. I pinch my crisp blue jeans in hopes that I can still feel that I exist. I can feel my unmanicured nails piercing my skin through my jeans. All in hopes of penetrating the impermanence nature of this moment. The hourglass drips a grain of sand at a time. Yet, it only takes a second for a desert to form. Maybe on the edge of the world standing upon a desert I can find solace.  Finding comfort instead of fear about where I end and the infinite begins.
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
A Grain of Time
I realize that the time we have won’t be enough. If you add all the moments up.... You have a lifetime that flashed by in the blink of an eye. & Maybe if I can count all our moments together... Instead I will have an eternity to share. Today, I am 23 and tomorrow I shall be flowers arising. I clench and whisper to myself to remember every detail. Feeling the moments slipping. As the way life arises into consciousness & then out to oblivion. I am reminded that all of myself is only the parts in which I can recollect. My mind the only bridge from meaningful to meaningless. I pinch my crisp blue jeans in hopes that I can still feel that I exist. I can feel my unmanicured nails piercing my skin through my jeans. All in hopes of penetrating the impermanence nature of this moment. The hourglass drips a grain of sand at a time. Yet, it only takes a second for a desert to form. Maybe on the edge of the world standing upon a desert I can find solace.  Finding comfort instead of fear about where I end and the infinite begins.
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
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