We move. In and out of each other’s lives. In and out of our own life. Lose focus, stumble. Here again and the pressure. To stay still. To keep moving. I am always moving in and out spaces impossible to keep still impossible to slip through. Always too much to say in too little a time and a part of me screams to never say anything at all.
Monthly Archives: September 2009
the first question, again
where to begin, is always the first question. but the second?
where have you been. no, where have i been.
living, the little boy in the dark says to me, you’ve been living.
unhappy with yourself, racked with guilt, but living nonetheless.
he then adds, it’s not where to begin anymore.
it’s, where do you go now?