i'm here

i'm here but not here. time is going so quickly, things are coming to an end. there's no crystal ball for stuff like this. just hold on and hold onto hope.

i feel a little bit like i'm standing in a kitchen, hands pruning in the dishwater, watching someone i think i remember approach my house from far off, little by little. who is it? i don't know. and as much as i know i can't stay rooted in this spot forever, i'm still intrigued enough to remain . . . for now.

who is it?
i don't know. (or do i?)
but i'm waiting.
hurry ---
before i change my mind.

i m a g e
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