As I Write

John Prophet

Moment.
As I
write, the
moment passes.
Sliding behind,
never
to return.
As I write
history created.
History being
built.
Frozen
in the
past.
Memorialized,
falling.
Falling
into the
past.
Fading.
Fading,
like all
who
have come
before.
Never
to be
seen again.
Never
to be
known again.
Time
evaporates,
evaporates
into nothing.
The past
is gone!
Nothing
but the
now.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: February 15th, 2020 08:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Each word we write is consigned to history but the future is there in the words that we are going to write tomorrow.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      I like this...😉



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