there’s nothing more, it’s now and it’s me. and every cell of my being exists so perfectly for the moments of my life to have fallen, settled and gathered, like this.
i am that
that i am.
a part of the universe. within the waves and floods, the hurricanes and wildfires of its strong and beating heart. me.
there is no one else. no one but me. and all the moments, the feelings, the dreams and the regrets. well, they come, they go, and they leave only smoke trails in my life. now. now is all there is. it’s me, it’s the power i never knew i held.
it’s every perfect fragment of the smallest slice of time.