September 12, 2000: Learn this one thing from me

When it comes to documenting time, nothing stands in the way. I write about the dreams that enter my closed eyes, travels on highways not yet built and climbing to the top of a mountain only to realize this imagination forgot to give me a bridge. Peeking through the trees, memories the size of mountains consume me. Do I climb it backwards? What did I miss? There must have been something! My thoughts keep taking me back.