the Now

time passing, swifter than seconds, yet ever so gentle, almost still. seconds tick, my heart beats, the breath rises… and falls, i blink, people walk, and say words. things are changing, things are moving, going, but something isn’t. the last second, was awfully similar to this one. and this one. and this one. things changed. but that’s all. they changed in the same moment. just this one. the one everything changes in. now. the now is, as it always is. ever-fresh, emptiness… strung together, yet unquestionably, there.