This thing I am after,,, ineffable
like nostalgia for the future
born out of the grievous loss of something I would not want to recover
stretched, I wonder how close to the edge I am, as a nagging doubt insinuates itself into the fabric of my days
comfort seems to elude me, or perhaps I avoid it
like nostalgia for the future
born out of the grievous loss of something I would not want to recover
stretched, I wonder how close to the edge I am, as a nagging doubt insinuates itself into the fabric of my days
comfort seems to elude me, or perhaps I avoid it