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the me-shaped space between what is, and is not. between there and not really there, between yes and most definitely not. Today let's call this the bus ride. i am sitting on a bus, going somewhere. It is a long way to go, But the knowledge of what could be waiting makes the distance sweet. it is a repetitive cycle of moving, But the scenery is unceasing, beautiful and engaging. the sky is dreary and grey, But maybe, oh maybe it'll snow. Between what I want and what I need, Between who I am and who I should be, Between all that was and all that will be, there is me on this bus ride, capturing in words the trajectory of every emotion, real or illusory: For remembrance of history For the sake of my sanity For matters of consequence are tricky little things and if you don't catch them on the fly, there is a tendency to miss the deepest note in its tune. So here on this bus ride, in a cramped space for two I spin out a metaphor so i won't be a fool. in between today and tomorrow's view, this is what it feels like, to wait for you. So tell me, Does your butt hurt from this bus ride too? Labels: musically inspired, musing, my poetry, personal |