Sometimes I go nowhere.
\nNothing engages me.
\nMy solitude is ineluctable.
\nI want to be somewhere else,
\nbut not here or there.
\nWhat do I want?
\nPerhaps the place
\na bird is flying to?<\/p>\n
The journey to the middle
\nof someone\u2019s story?
\nWatching the last candle
\nburn down in a sanctuary?
\nIn fog near the sound of a sea?
\nWatching a face stare from
\na window?<\/p>\n
Being inside a memory
\nand starting over,
\nbut not too far removed?
\nWondering how vast the detonation
\nof my heart would be?
\nWould there be any stars?
\nWould spring appear
\nwith wild flowers again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes I go nowhere. Nothing engages me. My solitude is ineluctable. I want to be somewhere else, but not here or there. What do I…<\/p>\n