July 31, 2016
Then comes this thing, a tapping. You lift up your gaze. You see only a wishing. There is nothing there. Yet, it's there. You can feel it. It's inside. Tapping. Inside, there is everything. It is where you put it long ago. You've forgotten where you put it or when you put it. The time passed so quickly. The need was so great. The putting was automatic. It's hard to find sympathy for yourself. You feel you should know better, but there's no way of getting this knowing. That's also passed. You need to come to terms with this death.