Poncho:
Before you know it, it is time to go. You may always look forward to a moment but as soon as you reach it, you must go. Turned into nothing but another memory. A figment of your history. How real are these moments we experience? Do they mean anything? Does it prove we exist? Tomorrow can mean many things just like other words. It could be 24 hours from now, it could be years from now, or it could be thousands of years from now. Tomorrow will always exist, it is just that we will not ever get to see tomorrow. It is a true figment of our imagination. If you are reading this, I love you.
Who will you be tomorrow? Who are you today? Who are the people you know? How do they play a part in your life? Recently, I have realized that human contact is a necessity of my everyday life. If I try to go without it for a day, I find myself fantasizing about it more than I do when I partake in it everyday. Is this our poison? If you are reading this, I love it when you smile at me.
Time. It is the only thing between who you are today and who you will be tomorrow. I dont like to think of time as seconds, minutes, or hours. I like to think of it in term of moments. One moment you are this doing that, the next you are that doing this. If you are reading this, don't forget.
almost like a part of me,
possessing the key to set me free,
hidden away, deep in thought
you look at me, then i am caught
slowly you dissappear
confidence turns into fear,
moments begin to pass
without you, how could it last?
everyday feelings still overcome,
my thoughts of unhappiness...
-Evad
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