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Do you ever have moments where your past and future seem to be glued-together velcro slowly being pried apart? Where your heart seems to molt like so many cicadas? Are you afraid that it will only molt once?

Do you ever look back at the pieces of your life and notice the way one thing does seem to lead to another? And that things really are ok? As promised, I remind you.

Does it ever seem like nothing can ever be as good as it was, except for that one thing which will make everything perfect? And aren't you afraid that while you're looking forwards and backwards you'll miss what's perfect right there in front of you? If you stand on the corner and wait until all of the cars from your past have passed and all of the cars of your future have not yet come into view, will you ever cross the street?

And is it just me or is the ticking of the clock getting louder? Are the days getting longer and the ways to waste them, not in the sipping lemonade and reading a book sort of way either, getting more numerous?