Cannot explain this discrepancy of having to do monthly log when we just did the interim two weeks back. It all feels too soon, too fast. This pace of life is too fast too furious like Vin Diesel.
It's been 5-6 months, and time just flies faster and faster. Time sat on a jet plane. Or space ship. Which ever is faster.
This pace is no good. We all need to slow down. We all need to stop and pace ourselves. We all need to enjoy what is in front of us. But you're not in front of me. You're not beside me. You're nowhere to be found. This is no good too. You are too far away, but you're a text away. This cyber intangible distance between people, between us is no good at all. What's the real thing in that? Where is it?
You're not in front of me, as much as I wish you are, not someone else.
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