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Thinking perpetuates thinking

What’s past, what’s ahead, what’s now?

Questions unanswerable, but knowable.

Floating in time


Floating in time

I was rescued by the past

The present doesn’t exist

And the future is too far ahead



Image, look

What you see is what you get

Don’t be fooled

Hidden behind the curtain lies the same thing you see in front of it


What’s that? You know

You told me. Or have you forgotten?

An Ode to Love


Dabbling in a bit of poetry…here’s the first of a few to come.


Start. Stop.

Always fading.

Consistency hides in the background,

peaking out when it desires.


You. Me.

One, two. The same? Separate?

Similar, and each our own.

But together once in a while


Loving, hating

Never liking

Talking in whispers

Scared of what might come out


Always hoping

Never satisfied

With the constant almost

That defines our ways


Regret, fulfillment

Too scared to accept either

So both lurk above

Our very distant bodies


Forward or backward

Which way do we go

When uncertainty leads the way

Time will tell our fate that lies ahead