Where is my mind?

It's the quiet I can hear;
my thoughts touching every second
that I spent, waiting for you.
Circumstances afford me
no second chance to tell you
how much I've missed you

Walking back to the hostel tonight, I stepped in a different state of mind. Dodging trucks on Northbourne Avenue, perspective inverted; my future stretched out into the history books, but I could not see my past.

My beloved do you know,
when the warm wind comes again
another year will start to pass.

Searching for it, I slid sideways into an unmined expanse of memory; thoughts I forgot I could ever forget. I remembered sights I had never looked at, as hidden periphery swam into view.

Once I was free from the interruptions of traffic and travellers, I collapsed onto my bed - music from my headphones blocking out the now, while I focused on things that had been. As I lay prone, my thoughts accelerated - riding a reverie that carried them through the weeks and months, watching time flowing in all directions at once.

I don't know how long I lay there, but the music had long been silent when I sat up again. Time still flowed slowly as I sat and stretched, daydreams darting through waking thoughts far faster than I could follow them.

My beloved, do you know how many times I stared at clouds
thinking that I saw you there?

I'm looking forward to coming home tomorrow. It's been a productive week - my mind/machine interface is stronger than ever, as I averaged a set of trace-element readings every two minutes for over eight hours today... but the mere thought of continuing at this pace makes my neurons shrivel and hide in the back of my skull.

More than anything, I miss seeing people. I'll be busy once I land in Melbourne again, but I will try to seek out as many of you as I can, when I can. You have been warned...