ambivialence

we shift backwards in time. retrospect and collect small peices of history to make up the now.

i sift small slithers of sand. peel through layers and still cannot make the connections between ought and often. a veil is thin enough to breathe through yet opaque enough to disguise.

i play leapfrog with tadpoles just to prove that i have legs.

i am not sure of this horizon. i am unfamiliar with this road. lines drawn and broken and overtaken.

something else is being revealed.