we rush through days and let our consciousness dissipate. "For now, it'll just be for now" the now of dreading what's about to come next, maybe a future far away or an immediate severing of this "permanent" world. Dread, eventual loss. Eventual. Grieving what's to come. But then we find ourselves in a distant future grieving what was once, hoping we were given more time. Though, we did. We just hadn't realized that while moments do linger but we don't... now. A version of us lives in that past, that version frozen in unmovingness. That version lives there but it'll never leave as we can never stay. If it's not time we need, maybe it's presence. But don't obscure presence with haunting places that no longer exist. You'll never be able to go back to the You you once knew, and that's alright. Time is unmoving but what's constant is change. Do not fear change, do not fear life, do not fear the world. Most importantly, do not fear the future like you're running on borrowed time. Time will exist on its own.