#26
i move my pen
to begin
my journey knowing
the end
is hard to
decipher from
the start
#25
the windows fade
and I am left
to ponder
the shape of
things
#24
there is no object
that does not fade
into its former self
once we have noticed it
#23
it would be
too much to hope
that i am home
already
#22
i barely
recognize the
steps that took me through
the day
#21
what contains
and defines is often
less understood
than realized
#20
i retrace
my steps
diligently trying
to recapture
the past
#19
there’s comfort in
recognizing the
steps you
take
#18
i will be
home before
the pavement
hits my feet
#17
it is hard to trick
the mind into
seeing what is
not there
