…these thoughts come to me in lulls. i swallowed whole what i was thinking. it lingered on my lips for a time, but there was nowhere for it to go in the silence of tapping and crescendos as the day passed by outside in buzzing and voices carrying like ghosts drifting pass a blowing sunset. yet, i was. and i was there. where i had been didn’t matter, like these little moments we find ourselves in, it rarely does. but it was everything. and nothing. just a trick of an imagination indebted to the images of what had come before that was now so far away.
i can’t help myself in thinking…