all you see are ghosts when you go that fast

like wildfire in one sweeping hand, in some huge magic trick that went wrong

this is different

how it might be that i came to the point

here, where you begin, as far as the eye can see

or i blinked, and it’s 5am breathless awake

five years later it was like it happened yesterday

i hope i never catch my breath, for i fear that i would never let it go

death made accidents like that

you never saw it coming, and suddenly nothing has happened in centuries

not like that

i think, so i consider myself a luxury

running to catch up to yourself

where did you go to find yourself so lost? nowhere everywhere?

everything in motion, therefore i am

but there you were, kicking yourself for seeing the point

traveler who crawled there

you caught wind of something just now, eons of it

don’t forget to write as you go and consider that destiny only gave you bullet points

they’re all real, even if they fade away

nothing came by chance