robinbloke | (no subject)

Each moment is a teardrop on the face of time
Each thought a breath in the wind of eternity
Forever and always now and into the infinite
Moments gone are just whispers in my mind
Future is the hope for all my dreams
Now is the past that will be and the only truth I know
Tommorrow never really comes
Yesterday never really was
Memory holds the thoughts of the dreams of tommorrow
Feelings bind the images in my minds eye
White hot pain, warm soothing smiles, heady intoxicating joy
All these things are locked inside
Waiting for a fleeting chance to taste them fresh anew