Time Travel

It’s so odd, how time expands and collapses. In doing so, it scatters the timeline shimmering across the sky. It left me crumpled, Surveilling the kaleidoscope that was my life. Waiting for someone to chance upon my path and remake the sense of it all. Yesterday is tomorrow and tomorrow was last week. The orderly patterns of existence that had kept me blindly safe, had dissolved to a blur of images; orderless and ambiguous to the life I’d led. I wandered aimlessly through the frames.