I get so tired of living in the present moment all the time. I feel imprisoned. There is nothing but this. This is the only thing that is real. Everything I thought was real is gone. This, too, will fade into unreality momentarily. It's so fleeting that I have to wonder if it hasn't already disappeared. How is it possible to attach meaning or value to this? It's like constantly trying to grab a handful of air. Eternal oblivion is the only cure. When will I get to rest?

Diaryland