I wonder if I like to stretch the future into forever, or at least into “not yet”,
so that I can delay decisions whose outcomes disappoint,
or requires me to meet further great expectations.
By the time the consequences unfold,
I’m done with the intention and no longer give a damn.
Because difficult is instinct, simple is a challenge for me.
Some moments I can ride the wave of an experience.
Breath in…breath out… Namaste and shit.
Mostly though, I dig holes. I plug holes with the dirt of one into another,
or forget to fill others entirely, and fall, deep and whole.