Gravity is broken. I am an astronaut watching life in the laughter-lit windows of the space station, as I tumble in slow motion downwards and away, turning and drowning in the cold darkness, spinning silently into starry black.
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Is this where I was going?
I have not seen the plays in town,
Only the computer printouts.
I have not read the latest books,
Only the Wall Street Journal.
I have not heard a bird sing this year,
Only the ringing of the phones.
I have not taken a walk anywhere,
But from the parking lot to my office.
I have not shared a feeling in years,
But my thoughts are known to all.
I have not listened to my own needs,
But what I want I get.
I have not shed a tear in ages.
I have arrived.
Is this where I was going?
(Natasha Josefowitz)
Only the computer printouts.
I have not read the latest books,
Only the Wall Street Journal.
I have not heard a bird sing this year,
Only the ringing of the phones.
I have not taken a walk anywhere,
But from the parking lot to my office.
I have not shared a feeling in years,
But my thoughts are known to all.
I have not listened to my own needs,
But what I want I get.
I have not shed a tear in ages.
I have arrived.
Is this where I was going?
(Natasha Josefowitz)
About Me
- Kitten In A Submarine
- I was much further out than you thought, and not waving but drowning. Complicated, intense,stressed, tired. Difficult to get to know and hard to love. Rarely admit vulnerability - never accept help. Standing note to self: "must try harder".
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