Besides, time is an everflowing thing. The measurements of years and seconds are mental boundaries and discouragements. Everyday is its own lifetime, an evanescent reality as false as tomorrow.
Nothing will stop me from writing it, or reading it, or loving poetry. But being a part of the performance crowd, searching for open mics, going to slams, listening to other poets talk about the same things. It feels like a moment that has past. Like, it's not something I could appreciate fully again. I don't even know how to begin to start up again.
And I know time is constant, and I know the beginning and ends of things are dtermined by ourselves and our own mindsets. But we set them, and from what you say, the past is as fleeting as tomorrow.
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and its not necessarily a bad change.
just really different.
i get where you're coming from.
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things seem so different.
i'm glad you came into drama, though =]
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Besides, time is an everflowing thing. The measurements of years and seconds are mental boundaries and discouragements. Everyday is its own lifetime, an evanescent reality as false as tomorrow.
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And I know time is constant, and I know the beginning and ends of things are dtermined by ourselves and our own mindsets. But we set them, and from what you say, the past is as fleeting as tomorrow.
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