looking

By / Date: February 4th, 2017

I have scattered my many souls to the wind

Unaware of when I started, perhaps my first breath…

Or before that was the moment

When I decided that one place was not enough

 

Some dreams are too big

This life is. too. big.

To coop up in a single memory-frozen slot

Here yet not here

Not there either

 

When I gather them

Each charred greyed stick of impossible memory

Lies yet to be relit

 

I wonder where the next piece

Will show up