[Spiegel Im Spiegel]

Filling the hollow remnants of the Now. Disregarding the irretrievable overlooked elation of our past. Let it shine brilliant onto the undisclosed shadows of the future.
I want to feel the warm zephyr wind running over my cheeks and cilium, slowly, as if time were to begin after the stationary Now forces me to smile ebulliently.
I feel invincible. My arms are much like the sun’s flare waves centered amidst the future’s and pasts commotion. Enraptured and insouciant, roaming in and out of every passing second.
I want to be in the Now forever. But with the moons unwelcome brute salute and the aeonic waiting for harmonious identicality
I have already left.