of singleness and debt

without all the frivolities
the worries or cares
we could sit and ponder the moon and it's many meanings
if i was part of a we
then
it would be more than just me.

but as it is
i drive
and glance over my shoulder with frequency
for the moon casts no shadow
but sits in it's solitary brightness
waiting
to hold another's hand.

the room

the room is endless and narrow

i feel the ceiling looking at me

this way is the only way to go

forward.

i have paused.

for far too long.

in front of a closed door

again.

why can't it be open?

why can't it be another door?

why can't it be a long time ago?

these doors are everywhere

they are all shut.

shit.

well, hm.

i will have to keep walking then.

because actually,

i want the door to swing open to ME

when i am not stopped

waiting

waiting

forever

staring

i want the air in the room

the light in the room

to GUSH with change and brillance

and fresh breath.

as the one opens!

to come chasing after me!

oh yes.

and i know it in my bones,

i have always known it will be so.

this room is long and wide open, carefree onwards saunter i.