the halves of me

I split myself in two and send half of me into the past and the other half into the future. We each look forward and backwards at life, assessing who we were and who we may become. Our heart is divided by the chasm that grows wider each day we attempt live outside of the now.

I am back there, in the wake of yesterday. Storms and sunshines hasten me further back. I remember years, I remember decades, I remember centuries upon centuries of moments that I did not live. Half of me lives there, in that place behind me.

Then all at once I am up ahead, over there, far across the horizon. The other half of me sits in a Time Machine and heads forward into unknown territory chasing uncatchable sunsets.

The now waits for both of me. It knows we will one day learn that only it will be the freedom we seek.

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