My body stands in the in-between
of two distant worlds,
that bump at my sides
but never collide,
and only squeeze my insides. Neither belong to me,
or hold me deep. The one I try to let go
is familiar and forgotten,
small remnants
of a past life
exist in unsupervised moments. The one that strays from my grasp
is unknown and runs deep,
casts shadows and rays,
reaching to pinch a not too distant future. My present world exists
to wander back and forth between both,
a safe place to manufacture scenarios
of insights, hindsight’s and foresight's. Their safety means nothing and everything,
as I inch forward
to mold a new model of me,
before the next cast is broken.
No comments:
Post a Comment