Inside a thing, inside a thing

These are restless thoughts, posted from inside a thing.

Here are moments, passages that consume and entrap.

Here are feelings, flowing like streams drawing from the past into the future.

Here we are. Caught in the maelstrom.

There is little we can do against this great tide.

There is much we can do for one another.

There is only so much time, and yet it slips away.

We lie in our own moats, caught in the sworls, shifting and sifting our way through the world.

Time slips through our fingers even as we lie idly by.

Here we are, inside a thing.

Inside a thing

inside a thing