There in the sun.
Water and sweat.
A bird, a tree, a bike.
And then, there is me.

Incongruent among the coolness and stereotypical, but nevertheless true, beauty.

Dream the impossible.
Then get a reality check.
Wake in the night and sleep during the day.
Upside down.

Everything has to do with the past.
The past that doesn’t exist.
The future that doesn’t exist.
Everything is now.

All there is, all that exists is the present.
There is nothing more.
There will never be anything else but, now.
I don’t have the courage.


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