I am out of time and off your radar. Nobody feels the way I do, as I glide along, oblivious to the consequences of choices I refuse to make.
The songs live in my head because I made the space long ago-pushing dread aside and letting fear fall down its own deep chasm. I see the future, not as a psychic, but as a person finally open to the mere possibility of it.
The life that I’d known was confined to the head of a pin and stuck in some forgotten map. The sky lit up and I looked into the warm rays, overcome by peace.