sometimes something happens to bring the past tumbling back
then I walk with my feet on two floors
the now and the then.
It's a very odd feeling and I feel I may be going slightly mad
but its ok, the madness of not being tied to the present being a single thing
but rather pregnant with possibilities, a million different things
and of course, just the single fact of it's existence.
So it is a single thing after all
and its folly to think otherwise
but it's useful to look down at my feet
and remember where they have been
and where they are going.