no it is just that I dont want to talk to you
no
not even see you
so miniscule and horrid
so hidden beneath
that only eyes that wonder where you are

what you are doing

can not deny you
only wonder
as eveything shrinks
and leaves the outdoors of
your hands
no scent
no magic
dried up

and
and
and
sometimes nothing changes

Use to write often,
had that feeling of watching
sensing ever sentence
waiting for the thread to unfold,
for each sculpture
and it was constant

now

im still waiting
reading and knowing
confirming that this is all my own making

go back to the beggining
start in movement
breathe
be still
trust

it all began when trust was broken.