Ticking Backwards?


I’m absorbed in the simplicity of yesterday. Has that ever happened with you, passing the present moments into the beauty of the past? These distinctions we make, these objective constructs of time, I wonder sometimes if I should believe in them because sometimes time doesn’t feel like a set, categorized piece of convenience but a free reeling wave or cloud from which one moment slips to the other effortlessly, one moment transfiguring into the other in such a way that the present seems like the continuation of the past, both subtly marching into the unknown, armed with nothing!

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