TREADING WATER

 I feel like I'm treading water. I'm not certain, what with Covid-19 deciding the future, whether to write, make art, or what to do. So, I fiddle, doodle, toy with making digital sketches, and simply await my fate.

 

Treading Water

Stuck in the moment,

the past,

and the present,

flow by. 

I walk into the future,

a gateway,

leaving the past,

with its memories 

behind.

I exist in the moment,

some call the present.

I no longer live in the past, 

nor do I live in the future.

Sometimes I wonder,

do I exist, or

am I a shadow,

from somewhere in time.

 

Digital Doodle  - Storm at Sunset