Now

It has to be done now. It is demanded, as much by others as myself. The desire has grown too strong to resist. Words have to be spilled, ordered and contorted to fill this page ready for eyes to consume, causing discourse and further contortion by minds. So it begins, again. It never stops starting. I’ll take first steps till I cease my stumble and fall the final time. Fresh ground is the only surface worthy of these footprints. Emptiness the only space that appeals to be filled. The new is the future in the present and that is where we find ourselves. Once more, here again in this instant, grasping at that which has already gone, again.

Did you catch it? Don’t go back and look for it. It’s not there, the key to all this. If the answer is not found in the question, it was in the space that followed. When you look back it’s gone, when you look back you are missing it, again. This is now.