Day 166: Now

Encompassed in a cold fog

Running through molasses topped with sand

There is a place to go that my feet can’t find

Climbing up the hill to only find the bottom

How many ways to say stuck?

The clocks are broken

Life is finally turning into reality

To sit and think as we spin around the Sun one more time

There is no going, there is no coming

There is the eternal now

Open the mirror to find

The world in a small black dot of breath