Month: January 2019

My good friend warned me about playing with broken toys.

I didn’t listen.

I was too busy examining my time-worn scars wondering if I too was cracked in bits and place.

Embarrassed that I wasn’t perfect and overly friendly I paid humbly my dues.

I stand.

I sit.

I pace.

I wait.

I sit on the edge of my mind’s rumblings.

I skip reluctantly in the spaces I miss as I hurry along to connect stories backwards.

I sit. Again.

I wish for pauses.

I have not moved.