Yesterday's Moon has become a Memory
What if that's it? What we have to work with. And what it all becomes. If we keep going. Scraps of thoughts caught. Story. How with each passing moment we are patching a memory. Mending our backward vision the best we can. While we can. However we can. And each new moment we start over. Rebuilding. Trying to keep a sense of it as is if we can capture our forward vision, the future. Pretending that is even possible. I think our Dreams, Visions are based on Memories. There is no future or a Now we can hold long enough to know. I could play with an image like this forever. Because I have been around now for a while. Many, many Moons. And because memory is never perfect, it will always be new. I will temporarily remove all the posts here except this one. Tomorrow. I have added a posts categories list but it will suddenly become much smaller because I need to patch this place according to how I remember it might be. I will be here on Wednesdays I think. What if Wednesdays. It's enough and not too much. Yeah, I change my mind a lot. It helps me feel new. Even though my bones are old.