Sunday, November 8, 2009
nov. 8th
it was a thursday. then, a saturday. today, it is sunday. at first there was just land, then a little bit of sea, and now, epic fucking oceans. time's warped dance, and a mind that still remembers. has it really been two whole years? has that much time passed me by? holy shit. i can't tell.
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It's interesting how one's perception of time changes as one gets older; it seem like the days just get shorter and shorter. I can't believe that I'm 23 in January. I remember as a kid how the days definitely seemed shorter let alone 1 year. Now it's like you said, "fuck man, where did the time go?" We only know the time that we've experienced in our own lifetime so it seems natural that the more we live the shorter our perception on time may feel. I wonder what time will feel like as an old person of 80 or 90.
I mean as a kid, everything seems way longer* not shorter. bleh! meow!
i now sorta crave draggy weeks that seem to last forever. our thursdays and mondays and saturdays are just a blur now. like they barely even exist. moments are smudged into one another, blending ungracefully. makes it harder to recognize and appreciate many a little blessing. but the upside is, we have to invest effort in spotting and embracing them when they come around. makes us less lazy fools. time is a state of mind, i suppose. i don't like the fact that my mind is on FF right now. it just doesn't feel right.
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