wash

It seems like there's always someone making my decisions for me.

Is this thing on?

Trying to catch up with life is a little like flying around the world fast enough for the Earth's rotation to change direction and in the process, turn back time. So far, I haven't yet learned how to get off the ground.

Maybe running would work.

push

visualize

I'm really tired. My eyes are shutting down already, but I wish I could describe what I'm picturing. Sometimes the words just aren't there.

Things are getting non-sensical in my head though. I don't know what is going on in there. Maybe I'll have some interesting dreams.

on the verge

I'm calling it.

i'm late.

Eff. I'm late.

Late to this party.

does it matter?

working on it

Chalk it up. I'm going down with this ship.

Hopefully I'll learn to swim.

i thought you knew

i'm picking it up
and despite my deficiencies
it's catch-me-if-you-can
for as long as i can run

or as far as you can run

cold waters

it's a long way up
from being down so low

where are we?

distance

i'm tired of this disappearing act
but more and more
it feels like
everything that once was part of me
is leaving me
and there's no vacuum
no pull
no push
but a void far heavier
than i would have ever imagined

who knew such as absence
would have so much gravity?

i
am
in
flux

where do you find me?
where would you look?

can i open up this door
would you walk through it if i did?
because the brightest lights go out every now and then
and things look different all the time
but really that's what it is
life that is
highlights and shadows

i still miss you
it's hard to feel any sort of normal
when nothing is the same

i haven't felt this alive in a long time
as if my sense of reality
has been jolted into overdrive
why is it i still act so slow?

open invitation