Written: Sept. 18 2:11 pm.Best read by: Sept. 18 2:11 pm.

Written: Sept. 18 2:11 pm.

Best read by: Sept. 18 2:11 pm.

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More seconds until this walking sign turns red

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I am currently crossing the first line

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And I cannot help but think that this is like a simulation;

How reality is only momentary.

How this sentence,

My words,

My stream of thoughts,

Right now,

This instance.

Is.

Finite.

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How these people walking past me are finite.

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How we are all present for this exact moment,

In the same place.

Maybe in a different headspace,

But we are all here,

Sharing the same physical reality.

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But we’re all on different timelines

And the fact that this kid with blonde hair and green shorts is most probably the only time our paths will ever cross.

And somehow knowing the truth,

Being conscious of it.

This idea does not put me at ease.

I am now 1 step away from my destination

1 second away…

I am not comfortable with the idea that people come with expiration dates as well.