Unfinished

You're never the same age.
Not for a year, not for a month, a week, a day.
Not for a second, mili, or nano.

You're never the same person with the same memories;
But you're never anyone different.
Y'know?

Life goes by so quickly, our minds process it one million times slower.
People are born, people die, all before we can process it.
All before we can see it to remember it, life is snatched away.

But where does it go?
Where does the life, the time, the thoughts and memories go?
Will we ever find out?

Will we ever remember if we do?

--Unfinished--