On gray wings I have glided past the hills of my wondering, and I have broken through the horizon more than once, to come back hoary from the freeze of the void. I have stood still while the seasons traveled over me, while the years slipped quietly by, until this child's shadow shrank into the nothingness of yesterday. By the river of time I have skipped stones across the waters: I named each of them as they were claimed by the depths, only to forget them when I waded in, looking for lost treasure. I am in motion, then I stop. I stand still, then I run. I can't tell who I'm trying to catch up to, or who is passing me by....
me?!
8:56pm thursday, 31st july
have you really..extraordinary and quite familiar..
me?!