Notebook 037

Anticipating The Past
Journal Entry: Sat Apr 16, 2005, 12:07 AM
Time is a wall constantly moving behind you.

You walk, notice the shadow and snap from your concentration.
You stand still and prepare to stand against it.
You feel it against your shoulder as it twinges.
You dig your feet into the ground.
Your palm spread, knees bent and eyes closed you wait.







You wait.













You wait.


















BAM! You're moving so faast you barely felt it touch you, your hair swept across your face, your bare feet into earth.
Your stance is still but your motion is not.
You blink.
You realise this wall has no depth.
It's 2-D surface will fade-in, no matter how far you run, to pummel your bones to the ground.


Legs straight.
Back flat against the brick.
Arms out-stretched at your side.
The wind blows away your tears and hair.


You smile.



You realise what wya you were heading in the first place.


Exhale.

Embrace.