…days fade into the shadow of the past,
and there is no one to remember them.
The world spins faster when its people take no time,
no time to pause and exist — in the movement,
lest the movement is all they become…
It is only I sometimes — only in the present,
as if the rest of the fray — never was.
Written January 2013, Emma Dumitra.
Image “Spinning Earth” from footage.shutterstock.com.