I journey through time
and space, waiting for
the perfect moment to
arrive.
Its been a long time coming.

If time could become space
and space, time.

I journey through this
path alone. Not unarmed
though. I’ve been equipped;
fully, without knowledge
by the one who ought
to guide.

If moments could become
memories and memories, moments.

I journey through this life,
head and shoulders high
with a plastered smile on my face.

Space I have.

Moments are mine.

Memories, yours.

Time I await.

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