i’m reading into my past soul, it seems so different from me now
where did i go for all this time?
how can i account for it?
people have the habbit of asking ‘how are you?’, ‘what have you done lately?’
that’s about the time i realise i’ve had my life on ‘silent’ or.. better yet.. ‘pause’
‘i’m fine’, ‘nothing much, been here and there’..
3 years unaccounted for.. where was i? asleep maybe.. uncoscious?
the answer to where i was can’t be places, my body was there, where was I?
i can’t believe the discrepancy between how i felt and wrote then and how everything’s so.. numb now
i guess it must be self defence
or just.. sleep
to quote a movie i loved once: ‘open your eyes’
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