Yo

So I hope I haven't forgotten my english. I'm thinking more about the present than past or future these days. Probably because of my belly getting bigger every half a minute. But what lead me here to this perfect moment sitting on the bed with dim light, the lamp belonging to my previous boyfriend and co-traveller and not having anything bad or good to say about the times been or coming? A sentence that consists of contradictions in itself. There is no future or past, there is only now. Ram Dass. Everything seems to contradict itself. Have to go back to basics - to the place I haven't visited for long.