Time can hold us back;
Whole lives play out in moments,
And we all have years.
[I'm a little obsessed with haiku right now. I don't like them, but they're the only poetry I've mastered. Sometimes structure is nice.]
Anyway, time seems to be the one thing of which I cannot get enough, these days. There is so much going on that I can't even begin to fathom how close it is. When I do, though, I don't like the view.
Day. By. Day.
Hour by hour.
Home tomorrow.
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