How strange it is, to wake up to a moment in time and feel very different from every other moment for no reason.
Spare one temporary lapse into insanity, I've never seen reality--"the now"--as anything worth paying attention to. In fact, "the now" made me sad.
Today's a little different. Today's a day when every little detail matters. When plans are closer than I could have ever accepted beforehand. When everything matters some--a whole lot more than it did yesterday.
I am alive and have something to do in this life--like making breakfast.
What does that mean? Will it last? Well, I don't know, and probably not, though I'd like it to.
A sweet stage of alertness.
Feeling you exist is a sweetness to crave for.
Spare one temporary lapse into insanity, I've never seen reality--"the now"--as anything worth paying attention to. In fact, "the now" made me sad.
Today's a little different. Today's a day when every little detail matters. When plans are closer than I could have ever accepted beforehand. When everything matters some--a whole lot more than it did yesterday.
I am alive and have something to do in this life--like making breakfast.
What does that mean? Will it last? Well, I don't know, and probably not, though I'd like it to.
A sweet stage of alertness.
Feeling you exist is a sweetness to crave for.
