I can’t stop thinking – I will never be as young as I am right now, at this very moment.
My mind sometimes wanders, but it snaps back like a too-tight rubber band, reminding me.
It’s not lost on me, the irony of every youngest moment spent perseverating upon itself, like a gluttonous snake, eating its own tail.
In those wandering moments, I often worry rot will sneak up on me like my neighbor’s silently stalking cat, taking a monster-sized bite out of the little I have worked so hard to have.
Then, I snap back, as usual.
In a moment of clarity amid the perpetual vacillating, I realize – there is no rubber band, no snake, no cat, no monster.
There’s only me, whose thoughts are not young, not in any moment in time.
They are the rot.
Heart Breathings 