I've had difficulty concentrating on the present...<

 The animals, the trees, even the objects without a pulse that have been created from our own chaotic minds-they're all here presently-being. Growing or wearing. The tree across the street is the same as the one I smell beside me. It's the same as the bird I just watched shit on my car, the same as the other birds that shit on everyones same car. The house of the porch I'm sitting on is the same as the house across the street. They're all doing the same thing. The only thing at variance is time. The present perspective is unparalleled. Now I've got to concentrate to stop thinking about this any deeper before I hit that boundary line into the past.

buck up.

something hit me.
breathing in.
breathing out.
enough oxygen to keep you high for a moment

they told me
and i thought... whats next?
back at one. find that strength fast.