Funeral Diner This Truly Is God's Country
up to this point the story has been played out, sometimes
failing, and sometimes in time.
but always present and always feeling just this close to
breaking.
there was nowhere else to go and nowhere would have been
right.
hiding in corners, hoping for curtains or shadows to hide
behind and change the colors of feeling.
building something out of nothing again.
a wall, a door, a pillar, and another place to live and
change.
changing again, transparent and out of focus, but with
the best intentions always in mind.
but always this close to breaking and the running away
never helps.
and the holes that you dig are always deeper, though
better informed.
(as much as it hurts) they were right when they said,
"change is the only constant."
so i'll keep this salt in my wound.
so i can keep that in mind.
