we start to feel like ants

yes, it is this time of year in our lives. the years fly by in our memories so very quickly that they all begin to haze and blur, one into the other into the other. smiles and smirks emerge as we retrospectively analyse the encounters made, the many laughable moments, all the harsh and the wondrous where time could have well been deemed non-existant.. or just too existant. we begin to scatter. we find ourselves places we never thought possible, seemed once so very far out of reach. a comfort begins to grow outside of who you thought you were, who you were. and yet again you. just. are. sadness can't be helped, however, for returning to babylon will never be as once was. off to pursue the unknown, each of us in our own ways. all feeling this awkward wave of nostalgia, nervousness, and excitement. but we will always hold this times close. the times when nothing mattered but the moment itself. we cherish those. it is a beautiful thing in life to be granted the ability to carry your memories with you wherever you venture. they mean most. for they can not equal in amount to any material existence. it is during these hectic times that we learn most. i hope to myself that each one of us take a few moments at least to relish in the years past. they are precious. to remember to never let go of your experiences and from which we came. our stages have been set.
and the play begins...