a timely moment, thrown into the active passing of a certain undesirable minute. time, in it’s dire attempt to suppress, frivolous thoughts – has it’s way of dipping it’s hands into the pools of our past. as it’s fingers sift through water for an unnecessary grievance; that bears no weight in the present moment. these incidences, tumble out of one another only to then, be pressed into one another. and this is how it happens so quickly; another moment etched into the history of time passing-picking.
idle minds, make for idle hands.