Words are escaping me
T..h..o..u..g..h..t..s
more like dotted lines
The gap is familiar
unfamiliar
still
stormy
numb
loud
Being here is not always a choice
An act of will? Illusory at best
A cursory laugh
A temporary shower of joy
do glide away
Oh, how hard we are taught to fight the glide!
Is this complete here? I don't know
Is that what I should seek? I don't know
For, when you read, you will know
& that, I do know
Reflections, Affirmations and Randomness 