Sometimes it's hard to remember how much time has passed

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.