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it is hard to believe that Abigail is already six weeks old. my mom and sister tell me that she is growing quickly, and i know that when i go home in a couple of weeks the affects of time will be grately evident. before i know it, time will pass away so much.
the hours are closing in,
the seconds are so fleeting.
just when you think you are so close to one,
you realize that you are farther from the other.
hours turn into seconds,
and seconds turn into the past
and the past is farther from the future than the present.
of course, sometimes, the seconds are closing in
while the hours take their turn at fleeting.
the future becomes the present,
but the past, it remains the same.
so elusive.
time.
you can't hold onto it,
but it's so easy to throw away.
fall is definitely in the air. i could smell the sweet decay of leaves today as i sat on a bench in north campus. things like that, they're my favorite.
the hours are closing in,
the seconds are so fleeting.
just when you think you are so close to one,
you realize that you are farther from the other.
hours turn into seconds,
and seconds turn into the past
and the past is farther from the future than the present.
of course, sometimes, the seconds are closing in
while the hours take their turn at fleeting.
the future becomes the present,
but the past, it remains the same.
so elusive.
time.
you can't hold onto it,
but it's so easy to throw away.
fall is definitely in the air. i could smell the sweet decay of leaves today as i sat on a bench in north campus. things like that, they're my favorite.