There’s something weirdly quirky about the change of day.. of being away ..
A forgetfulness I cannot explain
An erasure that makes me stay
It punctures the experience
Obfuscates the memory
Stirs the longing
Pushes the barriers
Makes me wait
Renews excitement
Bubbles up vocabulary
Lights the eyes
And again
Yet again..
Is it evolving or adapting or moving on
Or just persistence and dragging along..