last night i realized

my excitement for

events that were

not yet my life.

upon return,

it's all in the past,

it's all a memory.

all my life is,

is this moment,

and what i can remember.

what i cannot see,

does not exist,

and to think i

would have mourned.

i fell in love with life.

what i cannot see

does not exist.

all my life is memories.

to last night?

we're shells.

we're nothings.