The past is gone and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present.
I don't know what I'm saying. I guess what I mean is sometimes we don't know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?
tomorrow, the blueberries will fatten. i will be thankful it is not winter. i will be thankful i have made it this far. that is all i can do.
that is all i can do.