Where was I?
Things in themselves. Interviews tangible. Fantasies fluffy seeds death slight blow of voice’s wind and gone. Reminded by text that mountains do fall into seas and waves foam and the earth can crumble like a donut en route to my mouth…that these thoughts in themselves are nothing and will come to nothing. I have made plans, CD’s and breakfast. I have big thoughts. “I have big ideas.” I have trash in my head. I am waiting and I will be done. I am anxious about being done with what I wait for. We are waiting creatures. We are finished creatures returning to the where was…”Now, where was I?” Now, we are Where was I?