Time keeps vanishing away into emptiness while we dine on our distractions.
Supersede the squandered sentence of living before it melts away.
Savor the lushness of lingering sleep and lingering dreams before the strong, stifling perceptiveness of morning, the ticking clock, and the sounds of the daily hustle and bustle form a powerful feeling of anxiety.
Return in thought to the lush dreams in our lingering sleep.
However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, and we can go on to be whole.
Sometimes I’m confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn’t obvious.
I tend not to look back. It’s confusing.