subliminal

Moments slip by unnoticed. Today becomes yesterday and tomorrows never cease to be the future. All while the moment passes by unfinished. Easily released as the next eagerly awaits.

Awake to find yourself wandering aimlessly as the wrong turn seemed the right turn ... in the moment ... but that moment is gone and the next flashes by while wrong answers haze into right answers ... but a moment too late. Always a moment. Always the wrong answer.

Here I am. Vindicated.


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Location:walking the streets