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.
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.