unknowing the unknown

Daydreaming through a teardrop.
Sensing the Freefalling echo as it races down my cheek.
Remembering yesterday has never been as arduous as when trying to imagine tomorrow.
While yesterday is a collage of happiness mixed up in regret, folded up nicely like an origami puzzle. Tomorrow is a vastly empty bright nothingness that will not share its secrets with me.
Stinging thoughts vaporize my memory as I stretch my unknowing mind to comprehend now…
Now what.
Now when.
Now.
Now is an uncompromising bitch that threatens to devour me on dark days, and merely mocks me with an empty blank stare as I search through what I had thought I known from yesterday.
Unknowing the clumsy known.
I examine the travesty of reckoning with time.
Time is endless.
…and a baffling facade of incoherent theories, troubling proclamations and never ending hypothesis.
We do not know.
We really only know the tiny ribbons that connect us…
We do not know what time is, how it was created, if it always was, or if perhaps we created it to overlay the troubled reasoning our mind creates deep in the night.
The more I know the less I’m sure of…
Troublesome yet irreversible is the quantum that chases me when I try to rest.
Dire warnings go unheeded as I travel the realm of lunacy.
I cannot stop to ponder the mere thoughts of others as I dunk my spirit into the babbling brook of what I do not yet know.
I seek to dismiss. I seek to reason. I seek to find my peace.