All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
|We're doomed to fail when our family prescribes it. -Me
I'm caught between who I am and who I could/need to be and
there's little room for negotiation.
I don't see a mediator.
disappointed looks or indifference like I'm invisible or meaningless or something in that gray, dull area where
I'm told to stand, but I fidget.
I don't want to wait, yet no other place to be.
My tether is my life, the way I live it,
this limbo I haven't mastered before I can move on
to the next dance.
And there's no one patient enough
who will teach me.
What do I do with my hands?
I'm asking because my pockets want to know.