A Letter From Self

I guess my question to you is where did the time go?Where has the time gone and when did everything change? How did we go from this to that or that to this?I don’t know. . .Or is this all too vague to ask you while heading to work in the morning on a westbound train? I know.Early to bed, early to ruse is supposed to make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. I do not feel any of the above at the moment. I am not sure how the world around us can slip through my fingers like the finest sand from an hourglass or from a certain beach that I hold in my heart.I can grip as tight as I want to but the sands of time keep slipping through my fingers, when, in fact; all I want is to enjoy another minute longer.Another hug.Another kiss.Another moment to dance or sing or walk beneath the stars.I have heard about the magic in the moon over Miami.But the moon looks amazing in other places too.But for now, I am here.I am facing west at the moment and leaning my head against a Plexiglass window on a…