Somewhere between arriving and remembering, I became a quieter version of myself. The world kept moving. I only noticed after it had gone. I was there... just not enough. Close enough to remember. Too far away to belong. There is a distance that isn't measured by miles. Only by moments that arrive before we do. I was there... almost enough. Near enough to remember. Far enough to disappear. Perhaps I wasn't lost. Only looking inward while life kept walking past. Silence.
