I walk forward. Sometimes I become stagnant and breath in the smells of my surroundings, a brief pause before continuing on my journey propelled by my vessel. I look around, the streets are empty, an unusual sight for someone accustomed to the busy bodies walking about. The sun has begun to set, it leaves a trail of colorful flora that illuminates the sky before it becomes enveloped in darkness. The dark is no fear of mine, it is yet another sight that changes with our perception of time. I begin to see all of life’s paths converge in the sky above me. Is it a dream or have I lived them all before? In the future? In the past? A thought so beyond the comprehension of the mind that it cannot see the limitless possibilities that are attainable. I have become limited by the words that we choose to describe out realities. I pause for a moment and breath. I walk forward.