looking back is sometimes the only way to know the right way is forward
looking back is sometimes the only way to know the right way is forward
connectedness’ isolation
attached to the memories
detached from the experience
all I see is what I have missed
he must have stole this from me
frantically spinning inertia
games of waiting
victory’s hope deluding a loser’s reality
until play’s arrival to final defeat
abandoned beauty
nothing personal
they had moved on
you were no longer needed
it’s mine to take
it’s mine to break
I know I only want because I can’t
because when I could I didn’t
the pit stirs
falling, falling, falling
past all sensibilities
cycling between agony & ecstasy
the games begin
the punishment of patience
it will come. it should come. i have been promised it will come
& only when it does
does the decision to go nowhere become mine
sweet therapies of accidental deletions
