An object at rest.

What keeps us moving?

Really though, what keeps us moving?

What keeps us moving? What keeps us moving? I just keep asking. I need to know? What keeps us moving? So I just keep typing? I’ll keep typing because I have to. Because I’m afraid if I stop the idea will disappear. The idea is disappearing. Going. Going. Going. Stop. Stop. Turn, take, explode. IN MY MIND. IN MY MIND. Explode in my mind. NOW. Stop. This ephemeral shadow. Stop. The dissolve. Stop. Explode in my mind in my mind. These pieces these fragments of an idea are so much more attainable. I need it bite size. Give it to me bite size. One at a time. One at a time. I can take it now I can take it now. One, now the next and now I begin to see what you were. What you meant. And that damn explosion propelled me forward. Forward. To what. To MOVE.

Motion is not enough. MOTION WITH OUT MEANING IS IMPULSE IS A COVER UP A MASK, A MOTION TO LIE. So lie. I lie. I will lie.

Because I KEEP MOVING.

That first law will break me. It will break me. This rest will remain if I don’t explode into motion. So I need to move. I have to move to keep going forward forward. I refuse to look back, to go back, to walk back. I am of the present and in tomorrow