I used to know exactly one thing.
As of a few months ago, I know nothing.
Is this progress?
I am not emptied; I am burdened. Preoccupied with tasks.
The last thing I knew I cannot return to, for it is no longer true.
And so the small likeable facts of life swirl around me. I am preoccupied, yet still: a discontented compass with no needle.
Tell me, friends, what happens next in this story we are living together? For the snow holds haunting joys and my feet have stayed dry today.
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