And for a while now
I have had dreams
On and off
Of dating Time Travel.
I toy with whimsies
Of the times we would visit
And how a familiar place
Would become a space unknown.
It takes me a long time
To adapt to spaces
And nest out
My own form of existence.
I see life as a steady path
Which seems to veer off
As soon as
You become too comfortable.
And that’s what I like about Time Travel,
We’re never in the same place
For too long,
Constantly changing and adapting.
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