August 23, 2017
The tree limbs slowly dip in the breeze outside. They have not moved on with time leaving me behind. I am continuing to move ahead. I will move on into old age and on into death. I will decompose and will not exist again, possibly forever. Forever is a long time. I once thought there was a possibility for this, for this forever being such a long time. That the possibility of my parts reassembling themselves was a certainty because there was so much time available. That the universe itself would overtime recompose and given the time would repeat itself.