a minimal personal questionnaire about myself to myself for myself
I become boring dressing lame and tired
at 35 delusional and smoky in my talk
then I am walking under this context of numbness and sparky loneliness getting used to nothing and being nothing
ignorantly me
in an abyss that cannot share because there is no room nor chairs to share and spare the time down low
in a selfish bubble I am constantly poking myself to do nothing
to be a crying baby and smile like if is not true I am embarrassment of everything and still standing on everything
so I am confuse
and I am confuse in been confuse to do a confuse move and get confuse
funny thing I have made it here
some how through the forest I have run reaching from and to my life in bright light and deep darkness backwards and upside down sometimes and sometimes also straight up looking ahead and beyond the horizon like just a regular person
I am here
and relentlessly me
full of disappointment but me
in a room and out side the room navigating this boat
out in the open waters once I dream
and now in the torrence of this river I dream
I am a fish and I am arrow
I am an eye and I am pray
I am the story and the narrator
I am narrating now my defeating process in this very land where the echo just remind in the far corners of time.
I am time.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
13/10/15
