Fragments of time

We are all but fragments of time;

Scattered in the eternity of space;
Infinite pieces of the past,
the present,
and a future yet to arrive.

Sprinkled over fathomless emptiness;
Meant to fill the path we traveled,
the space we now occupy,
and a place we are yet to reach.

Our consciousness but relative;
To who we used to be,
who we are this in moment of contemplation,
and who we would become tomorrow;

If we ever were.
If we are now.
And if we shall remain,
once we leave these plains of time.

Fragments.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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