Today

Here at the end where I started.

Looking forward to yesterday more than tomorrow.

Caught up in a whirlwind of stagnance.

White walls, precious comforting white walls.

Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

Running through time headed straight to nowhere fast.

Out of breath, out of air, out of space, out of time.

Nothingness is plentiful.

The silence belongs here and now;

Residing inside, outside and all around.

Presently is a pseudo prison, a makeshift ticking time bomb.

From start to finish is always just the same day.

Back to what I thought was already done.

In the moments that add up to today;

Countless events never to be accounted for.

Tiptoe like a ballerina teetering on the edge of tomorrow.

Clinging as a child to mother’s bosom onto yesterday.

As for today, today only mocks the future and the past merely fades.