Sometimes is always sometimes.

Sometimes. What an awful word. In all my life I never would have expected to hate such a word. Sometimes is always sometimes, it is tomorrow, and then it is also yesterday. It is you and I, and it is neither you nor I. It is 10,000 years ago, before time was even a matter upon which people thought or pondered. It is amorphous and surreal, a serpant, a ghost. So many things, but when it comes down to it, when you boil it down, tie it to a chair, smack it around a little, try harder than might itself to get anything out of it. Well then, you begin to see. Sometimes is anything, everything, but right here, right now.

Posted in Blogging, Soapbox by Preston on October 12th, 2011

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