86,388 seconds

12 seconds, I am guessing that this is the amount of time I have spent today thinking of someone other than myself. Or myself in relation to you. But always back to me. With no variation.

This amounts to 86,388 seconds of me thinking solely of me (or me in relation to you) each day.

Yet, I cannot find 1 out of those 86,388 seconds that was inspired, inspiring, productive, fruitful, thoughtful, creative, fulfilling.

Just about all of those seconds were quite forgettable, or at least non-memorable. The one thing I do remember doing quite a bit of, a large proportion of … summoning. Waiting for you to call. Waiting for an encouraging word, waiting for you to think of me as often and as closely and as longingly as I think of you. The you those 86,388 seconds accumulate to imagine.

But imagining you is a poor substitute for summoning you, which I seem incapable of doing. So instead there is waiting.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s