On that day, there were no boundaries. All moments within all grasps. I stood firmly beneath myself. Excitement of all the many things was overwhelmed by the profound Nature of existence.
But now... The solemn clock continues to tick away the shadowed moment. As I lay quietly, this is all present. Any moments chance may apply to the next scenario; in fact, it seems to be automatic (self-referenced or not).
But now.. I can feel the age of youth creeping up on my young bones. The aches of contradictions and melodramas that consumes economies like Nothing else.
Still, while all this remains meaningless, it came on that day, and it is what is.
