Stop a moment and let these words flow from me. Send and return and find a stillness in the difference, in the change from one to the other. These are pieces, fragments... days and years and opportunities lost.
We tear away from the center, like it's something that must be done - floating and drifting further from whatever this was. Whatever this was supposed to be. Carried by unseen motivations and the effect they thrust upon our lives. Some things are just meant to drift this way - to suffer the course, rather than hold its reigns.
You humor me and say you agree; I humor you and believe your lie.