don’t ask me…
because i cannot tell you. it is something that i choose not take too seriously. it is something that if you grasp too tightly it slips away. something that can only be felt fleetingly, yet with every fiber of your being.
don’t ask me because i do not know when it will arrive. and, when it is here i do not know when it will leave. i can say that sometimes i miss it. but, i am afraid to miss it too much because i am scared that it will not come back. when it is here, i am confident. but, here too, i know that it will always leave.
i have already said too much. let’s change the subject.
