You know it’s going to fly out of your life as quickly as it came in. Like the minutes and hours of your day. You wake up and brush your teeth and go to work and come home and make dinner and then suddenly, bam! it’s 11:56 pm and you don’t know where the time went, where the day went, where your life went.
It flies on the wings of the passing years and suddenly there you are, looking back on all of it, looking back on that hazy cluster of forgotten time wondering where it’s all gone. Through the fog of reality you see your life as a series of forgotten conversations, of missed chances and passionate kisses, of flashes of familiar faces without voices without feelings without pain.
And then you realize that all of the significant things, all of the significant moments and people are going to fly out of your life as quickly as they came in. You’ll see it one day when summer is on its way out and the changing colors of fall are not far behind.
Have you ever watched those temporary little things? And the dent they can make on the front windshield of a person’s mind.
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