Where does the time go after it leaves us ?
The hours, minutes, seconds running away never to be found ...
Do they all just become a collective, the past?
When we leave do we join the past?
Where does the past stay? ... where does it live.
I imagine the past sits in the stars, seeming so close but forever out of reach.
The closer it gets, the more it recedes into nothing.
I wonder where nothing goes...I wonder where nothing came from.
Nothing seems like a small word to encompass the absolute and utter lack of everything.
I always wanted nothing, and everything...
There goes my black and white thinking.
