but PRESSED for time.
When the circular track I run around in my head collapses, I come home to myself more often and run around less.
But yet cover more d i s t a n c e.
A distance that has nothing to do with space; like love has nothing to do with time.
You're not gonna find It in It's s ym b o l; mistaking the means for the end means the end.
But more writing follows the period. (2012)
Can we rise above these words, or delve below them?
What do we find in the collective unconscious besides the unconscious.
The floodlight of the mind probes away for symbols to allow it to translate the untranslatable - essence.
Sometimes it does a good job.
That's when I truly meet you.
