now(here)

the past
in retrospect childhood is a state of blissful completeness

the present
a vexing sense of transition

the future
a constant hum of apprehension about crushing responsibilities & further entanglements
it is all an illusion, though

this moment now
is all there has ever been

the only difference is
the emotions I accord to it

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