Time, it
moves.
It
moves into
nothing.
Nothing
at all.
Tomorrow is
nothing.
Can’t
touch it,
smell it,
or see it.
Tomorrow’s
just a
concept,
not tangible.
Time,
once past
leaves
vapor,
ghosts
fading images,
feels,
smells of
what past.
Vapors
slowly
dissipating,
losing resonance.
Fading away.
Gone!
Now, an
infinitesimal
moving from
nothing to
nothing.
Leaving
vapor,
dissipating
vapor in
Its wake.
JG Collins
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LP45 says: Interesting write JG. Makes you think. Thanks for sharing. |
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mlowe5 says: Indeed, JG. Time to take time and realize that the vapor of time is always one and the same; be it past, present, or future. Nice write. Thanks for sharing. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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JG Collins says: Thank you kindly! |
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