I have these moments where I think to myself where are you? who are you? what day is it today? Time is lost on me; it always has been. To me, the most sensible thing about time is that the clock is a perfect circle,because I keep coming back here; back to this place, but on a different day and with a different set of eyes. Full of certainty and also full of questions. It's always strange to recall the things you'd hoped for in the past because by now those hopes may be spoken for or gone, transformed or altogether forgotten. Like time, hope can be so senseless. It can carry us up mountains or lie us in the quicksand. Sometimes we travel fast, hurdling towards the unknown, and sometimes the unknown comes hurdling towards us while we watch time standing still. But, like time, hope is unstoppable, inevitable, and blind.
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