So much about this to revel in, I don't know where to begin ... The seeming contradictions ... the title reinforcing the treading ... the beautiful photo .....
To be utterly honest is sometimes to be utterly unmoored, adrift and denuded of self, until there is nothing left but the shell we broke through, to here.
Every moment is new. Every moment, we are new. We hold the illusion of the past, gazing at the thunderhead of the future.