The very moment I thought I understood was the very moment I didn’t.

The very moment I thought I could be detached was the very moment I was sucked in.

The very moment I thought it was lovely was the very moment it was getting ugly.

The very moment I thought has arrived was the very moment that will never come.

The very moment I thought will never arrive was the very moment that came at the blink of eye.

This very moment, I thought of nothing, of nothing you thought I would be.

I know yet I don’t, but I know you don’t, or maybe you do? Still, whether you do or not is, n.o.m.b..

Me