We move forward so quick. I’ve wanted to find myself next to tomorrow for so long that I may have neglected spending time with now.
Every once in awhile I catch myself and finally slow down, to a tilt, to a stocky tilt.
I forgo music, forgo poet and lose the skirmish against the shining lights of city stalks and barren tech. I’ll fight with ego, expectation and neglect the serenity that is a walk.
Now in my return, it’s important more than ever to slow the pace of wants and perceived needs to just entangle myself in circumspect nows. Fear stalks regardless of habit, slow the process by removing rather than adding to this fray.
