Misplaced
remembering at 9:15 p.m. on 2004-06-15

I circle around the words that brought me here.

I wonder in the absence of my connection to myself, how long it has been since I walked away from consciousness.

The times when I understood this vast empty table of direction...a compass that was nothing I could run from.

I'll never understand these hibernations. It swallows me up until I become a silent, watery mark on an empty page left open. The thoughts I forgot to write...the absence of myself. The pen that no longer leaves its mark, but scratches the invisible instead.

Some misplaced sort of return.

I am truly sorry for it.

never was � never will be

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