EXPLAINING THE SILENCE
Three months passed with nothing much to say being on a power high and all or at least thinking I was but the pixie dust washed off in the turpentine bath and all that was left was dirty feet The answer was not found in that question. I must have been asking the wrong but how could I know and what made me think and maybe if and what about that and should I shouldn’t I would I could I trust myself to even trust the universe as though stars represent some kind of why enough to make us feel small and I say no again not this time running jump and slide your whole life is this dive down down deep
