Future

It is coming.
Every day I'm closer.
It's weird because it seems that not so long ago, Time was there.
I think Time decided to just go.
And to leave the traces of his hurried paces in my guts.
Because it prickles sometimes.
And then, my face hesitates between a furrow of apprehension and a grin of anticipation.
But despite the anxiety, my lips just go for a smile.
Because it's there. Well, not yet, but almost.
Yeah, he's there. The Future.