people say they fear the future. why? its just a word. just a collection of hours separated into groups of 24 then regrouped into days. its only a vague clump of time and uncertainty. looking at the future in little bits is enjoyable. i can't wait for tomorrow, in an hour i'll have this post completed :] haha.
i once stared at the clock for 60 seconds...to find that only one minute had passed. one minute wasted.
time is passing, passing, passing. gone.
i'll remember some of it. only little liquid memory water drops. they'll fill my brain bucket and the ones that overflow will be gone and go in the dirt and help the seeds of new memories grow.
one of my memories is this blog. it swam to the top of my memory bucket like a hungry fish. i had forgotten it. and now its a memory made new.