now.

I've definitely got to stop thinking. Not in any sort of developmental thinking. No, but I'd like to stop turning over broken glass and looking through old boxes. There's nothing there any more. The cardboard is ripped and the glass yields no reflection.
That only leaves the future, if there ever was such a thing.
We're all radios just tuning into each other's frequencies. Sometimes we get real good at it and we can hold it there. But other times...we just lose track. The dial spins and we can't find each other anymore. Like an old man fumbling around in the dark we trip and become blind to any frequency we ever held.
But in the memory of events we create a past. Two sides of the same coin reveals a future, but where does that leave the present? The NOW.

It's always the now. Right now. Even now. You're always living in the now. We all operate on this same plane of existence. This now; dancing pretty little ballroom twirls and sexy tango dips atop this rusted collectible coin. Shoving our hands in our pockets and watching kites catch the ever-elusive wind and soar.

It's still now. Tune in.