Friday, June 19, 2009

Grasping at an allegory

I try to hold on to the slippery now,

It somehow moves back and forth without me ever knowing how,

The fact remains that I do not stay the same,

but never learn the meaning of now.

Freeze the moment, freeze it so that the thousands of words of a picture can be described. Analyze my meaning, The me. Who is that?
My preconception of it being crystal clear if it could only be halted,
Just slow down. Not in the moment but the moment itself. Stop. Thats what I want for a while. The end result doesnt need to be death. No emotion or all emotion, whatever is there, not whatever is left.

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