(it's not the falling, it's the sudden stop at the end)
how much time hate hate
how many memories do I have to lose
how much flesh do I have to cut off
because it doesn't stop
(it's not the falling)
continual transit between then and now
when then doesn't exist (never did)
but lingers on in now and Now and NOW
( it's the sudden stop)
and you think and you cry and you
and laugh and it goes on and on and
if you could stop but then you'd never know
how it all works out
( at the end)
when you feel so much you want to scream
moments of now and now becoming
time and tide and now wait for

Notes: A reflection of stream-of-conciousness. I wrote this years ago, and it was lost until last week.

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