J. Allen wrote:
Every moment I exist, I travel forward through time.
Everywhere I rest my gaze is a window into the past.
That's damn poetic, J.
So much so, that I Googled the lines to see if they were from a poem. Instead, Google pointed back to your post.
Yes, it is from my own mind (distorted and chaotic as it may be), and thank you for the compliment.