the past, present and future twirl around us. strung out in both ways, our daily emotions and assessment are a mixture of things on both sides of the imaginary line. in all directions, its hard to be here and not there. to continue to be reminded of our choices of where we came from and the reminder of where we are going.

around our house, on our phones and in the way our body appears, history leaves marks on our lives. its starts with our bed we made and who we woke up to. bookmarks to our today of who we are. we float down a marble staircase or wake up to a stained mattress, we are awoken to where we are headed. it gives us a sense of confidence or inhibit our choices and choices made upon us. our bursting seams on the waist is a fine reminder of diets not met and self control unchecked for the world to see, or perhaps it is nothing other then a well fed life. these marks, all around, our rolodexes, social media feeds, vacations and objects we horde our our past.

and today it is our moods. a mixture of thoughts that set the tone. flutters of a tomorrow we do not know. objects float afield, new people to court, new experiences to call our own. we are met with calls of conquest-i must acquire this and be with them, i see a place that i have yet to go, i will get there. a field of green or a life of anguish, it depends on the destination but also on the baggage you bring. our thoughts unfold our days into periods of pleasure or pain, only for us to experience. in crowds we wander and circulate in streams, each of us part of a process of playing and surviving. collecting, conceiving and convincing that the past and future are real and now is the time to accept them.