Maps marked with sand

taking a shower can feel like living a lifetime.. water turning hotter with each drop, the scrub of yesterday and maybe last week from the wrinkles on our wrists. There isn’t a place to run off and hide although it will feel this way once the indecision and the tension subside. it’s a pity to offer challenges for thought. it’s a pity I stood sinking so long. it is with gratitude that I can say the wild is in the mind. the lightning strike and the howlers concedes.. it’s still about surrender. there isn’t a damn word I would say to convince you… the chip is crumbled, my shoulder no longer bridging that burden. I am strongest vulnerable.. it is the perspective of children that this isn’t strength….me and her, we don’t talk about what it isn’t, we are not children.

the idea of feeling, or feeling in general seems to be devoid of the traits of leadership. I know we feel and we sense, we crawl the length of our skin, crawling the length of our convictions, victim no victim is the same as sorry not sorry and consent is the volunteers bugle… I am what I say I am after all. I am standing in the light, of the light, wandering from room to room seeking to use that light. I told her outer space was about the past, and I thought out loud perhaps if we are thinking of doing it then we have already done it.. “outer space is showing you where you’ve been”… “showing you what has happened and the planets move out there…