Momenubbles

Moments, self-contained, infinite, bubbles, eternally real.  Each born into their center flowing to a unique originating past and outward into a future without limit or boundary.

Strung together, tethered by consciousness, each by its own existence, butting up against another making it the lie, never merging or blending into a stream.  

So time flows from one moment through to another to contain them, it’s self another lie and illusion of consistency.