I Babble Myself to Death

To live in the present moment. How does one really live in the present moment? Here. Now. I am: soul churning words that can never truly convey what I feel, and how, and why. Somehow, I feel I must quit drifting in The Flux, in a semi-Oblivion of not understanding why I feel like a jar that doesn't have a hollow. Somehow, Here, Now I want to be: soul seeking the boundaries of my hollowness--and figuring out what to fill it with.