Life is just a series of tiny moments. Unique little, fleeting “nows”… that happen in the moment, before we realise it happened. At an attempt to understand the now, to determine what the now even is, takes us away from it, and to a new experience. A new now, spent on analysing a now that has already passed. For to spend time analysing the moment, you cannot be in it.
I lean; open the window, to feel the breeze rise up through my chest, and touch my cheeks. Dogs wander;
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The fourth beat; I know it’s coming, and I calm myself. The body is still in shock, but my mind
That feeling you get when you’ve let yourself down. It’s something else, isn’t it? The core fact that it’s solely