A single day

Days are coming and going like an infinite invasion of time in my little universe. Some days leave marks. Others just pass by as if they didn’t exist. Every morning I become aware of NOW. Every day I am fighting for what I AM. The present fades out from the conscious ‘AM’ and ‘NOW’ to the elapsed but all present still memories. You can call it PAST. From the moment of rousing to the peaceful rest at the end of night there is the FUTURE.

"Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face – the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man – all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us – we have died – what is there to be afraid of?"