Drifting Forward ..

Drifting forward.
Questioning , endlessly searching, analysing , opening folds for answers.
Wondering if its time already to mourn happiness.
Wondering is the best in life is far far behind you . You will never know.

Its when the glass is almost full, that one can think of holding that moment and other past times back.
A continuum, a train, a speeding turtle.

And time to think .
A time where we curiously cut into our own hearts, just to see how it beats , barely pausing for anesthetic.
Because we dont ever want to be numb.

But we all get there , one day.

One day.