Empty

Filling the Void, left by the noise of the passing of the past. Whoosh! There is it goes and it goes to stay. Away.
If time is an illusion, which I heard it could be, then why is the line between the then and the now so darn solid in presentation?
Maybe to keep us honest.
So many. So much.
In the immortal words of Iggy;
“Most of all, I didn’t want to take anymore shit. Not ever.”