Time
 
I wake up always with a sense of another time
where I do not know.

Memories of time in the past and yet I am
re living it today.

I see something but I don't know what.
It's here, there, and everywhere.

I go to sleep knowing that the endeavors of the past will travels into my future, remembering every moment and don't know why.

I here whispers of time long ago and yet they are so familiar to me
I feel something of long ago that are relevant to me in this moment.

By Niteangel

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