Monday, February 16, 2009

Turbid Contemplations

Meandering, that's what it is. Not roaming, because then you sound lost. The prior infers carefree. Right? Just lost in space. My head is in the clouds, but I only see blue. Bright skies or something else? I feel it set down upon me. But what is IT? A weight is lifted, or I'm lighter altogether, briefly, but then I'm heavy again, maybe heavier, if that's possible. I had hoped not. None of this seems real anymore. I'm back at square one. Who the hell am I?

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