of contribution and forgotten retributions.

as i followed time,
around this unknown place,
i can see figures from my past,
darts around me,
even dancing,
memories of their meeting,
and their parting,
grows even brighter by the second.

and a thought come by to me,
what if i finally stopped,
letting time strolling at its pace,
and i can linger
with all that i hold dear?
with all of this perfect moment in time?

the answer,
comes from the realization,
that all around me,
did not need me to keep on moving,
and i was soon left alone.

an empty casing waiting for a decision to move again.

to live.

again.