moments

I feel like my life is a string of moments. Somehow unique and seperated from one another yet tied together. These moments inexorably slip away. Passing me by. Leaving only space for new moments. I am saddened by the fact that so rarely do my moments actually match up with someone elses. I find myself located in one and them located in another. No common goal or desire and when mine does catch up they have moved on to a new and different space. Some trully feel like missed chances. Others more like regretable mistakes made in an unguarded moment.