Life is like a rocket ship through space. Quickly moving through what seems like…nothingness. Possible collisions. Surrounded by unknown. The furthest reaches are slicked with fear, black ice. Here we race.
We can quantify all the significant moments in our life. I feel like there’s a file drawer somewhere filled with empty folders. I believe them to be pre-labeled. Ready to be filled.
Life doesn’t seem to be moment by moment. It’s chunk of time by chunk of time.
Feels so quick. Like that rocket. Traveling. Constant. The deaths are the ends of journeys. We made it to the moon but how? It’s that. The recollection. The reliving. The remembrance. Don’t you feel it? It’s the culminating moments. Who we were when making our way.
We’ve been so many versions of ourselves and continue to change.
I’m not sure who I’ll be a year from now but there will be some part of me that I’ll miss.
It’s always about the way we were.