for a few weeks, moments twisted into one.
I felt as if I had exited a subway tunnel, the air suddenly fresh, the light suddenly bright.
and yet, I blinked, sure that wasn’t true because I remember clearly all the moments that occurred since I picked up that phone.
pushing thoughts aside, I kept walking. This mixture-of suddenly being aware you were moving forward when you knew you’d been doing so the entire time-it brings forth a strange sense of balance and a handful of questions I dare not begin to think of answers for.
yet here I am.
On the other side of all of this, and the strange feeling has not disappeared, simply manifested into another combination of sentiments I can not fathom.
when will the leaves fall? when will the heat break? did I come from you if it all seems so unreal now?
How can distance disjoin so much?
if I reach out, will you take my hand?
is this home now?
what are we all doing here?
why do I pretend I don’t know where I will end up when I know perfectly well what calls my name?