Where did the time go? Another year has come and gone, and I'm amazed again at how utterly possible it is to still feel like a little kid at age 20 (going on 21). But I reexamine my ideals, principles, and goals and realize I'm actually moving. My legs are definitely moving, but I have no idea where I'm going. Maybe I like the drama of teetering between uncertainty and reality and dreams.
Time is sand in the wind. Dispersed.
ReplyDeleteTime is dust in the air. Floating.
Time is clouds gathering in the sky. Rain.