bestaan

I stand in a place where time doesn’t exist. There is no beginning and no end. There is no exclamations of a “someday” nor an if or a when. Just a now and in this “now” I am frozen where I stand. No forward or backward. Just ... now. If time isn’t real why do I dream of what I may become ? Why am I haunted by what I have been? What am I, right, now.