if i sit still enough, will you speak to me?
if i shrink myself small enough, will i become light enough that the world will pull me towards you?
do we ignore each other out of knowledge of the pain?
what is coming?
my eyes are open–why can’t i see?
why can’t i see?
do i need to?
if i shrink myself small enough, i can believe that the universe will catch me even though i don’t know how to fly.
if i sit still enough, everything suddenly belongs to the smooth ocean waves.
and they do nothing but try again.