I don’t know why I love this Now, but I do, now.
Don’t know how to capture it, or why I should.
Is that not the essence of Now?
It cannot be preserved or lived over or in advance.
Now it is gone, and it is now.
I love this now because I can be me
or choose not to be me,
or, then again, have Not Me choose
to not be me.
This now has all of me,
The me I am
The me I want to be
The me I might wish I was
The me that will never be.
I love this now.
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Nice lines, thanks for good post. and wonderful pics