The Present

Posted on December 7, 2015


I wanna talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. My ability to form words for you seems to be slipping away. Different thoughts come to mind, but none are able to take precedence over the other. They seem interlocked in an endless power struggle, leaving me empty in your presence.

My right hand, my left hand, neither come to my aid. A skill intertwined with my being, seemingly lost in the chaos of existence. And thus, I am lost, nowhere to be found.

The motivation for my being slowly becoming unraveled; thoughts and feelings that once formed the foundation, broken down little by little.

I look at myself, broken and withered, and wonder, what now?

Posted in: Essays, Memoirs