subject: timelessness
time: 12:42am
music: signed, sealed, delivered - stevie wonder
mood: pensive

(in parenthesis)

how far out do we have to sit at the brink of an abyss before we realize nowhere is everywhere? for i, i feel to be living in everywhere and nowhere at once. my body shapeshifts so that now, whenever a familiar reluctance towards stasis transforms me into comfort, i am devoured with a salad of new music ringing exotic and oh, so familiar! excitement grips its colorful circus-claws around my heart, granting my mind vision and commanding my eyes. yet, all i could do is stare.

do not be mistaken ladies and gentlemen, for t'was on that stony street, on that stormy night, that i made up my mind of wishes never dare, of capture to last memories, or cunning tomorrows and who today i was, to be who tomorrow i shall be. like a cake inside an oven, taken out when it is time. armed with this new knowledge that lies could be so cunning, and that in each turn of a new day is the murals of the face of springs' truth. and it is not what we know now that will set us flabberghast. its just what we knew deep within - truths.

the point? it is in here, somewhere. anywhere. but if everywhere and nowhere, the two absolute extremes of the spectrum of an invisible timeline, can exist simultaneously then it is possible also to say that we are living our entire life in every moment. which is to say that time is irrelevant. it is distant and vague, like a memory from childhood, hazy and fading away slowly but certainly with an unsurmountable determination.

but today, my somewheres, my anywheres, my nowheres - they are hidden beneath these layers of words and run-on sentences. allow me to search for it now. to look deeper, probe, gather meaning where there is none and only pretty words and longer statements exist.

"what is a point?", you ask? it is meaning - no! it is meaningful - no! it is, but an all-encompassing thought, a story in a nutshell, a short phrase, a single world, a finger's direction, a mathematical necessity.

today, at this very moment, the point is not lost on me. not unlike the way it was in yesterday's face of spring's truth. and the thing is, its not who we know now as ourselves. its who we want to know ourselves to be.