I am only alive in these moments.
In the in between a new and old.
In a little bit of pleasure, a little bit of pain.
I am visceral.
Four months to go. I wait. I hold on.
I keep it at bay not to get excited.
To not get too scared.
I don't want to know what it will really mean.
I don't want change. Don't make it tangible.
Three years to go. I wait. I hold on.
I constantly remember to forget my age.
An old soul with a young body and mind.
How do you deal with what you can't accept?
Seven hours to go. I wait. I hold on.
I stand at a precipice.
I jump. Or I turn around, running.
I accept or I forget.
I stay suspended...
2003
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