ronniek

most nights i think about the past.
most nights i wonder where i went.
this shell of a man called boy is lost and afraid.
i don't remember what path i took to get here, or how many wrong turns there were along the way.
but i remember where i started.
hope in the truth of gravity-bent time has me watching for the origin while i spin around this nowhere called somewhere-in-between.
photographer by accident of randomosity, i line my trek in still-shot frames of then and now.
strangers' hands grasped tight to one another used to saturate my data disk and flood my tunnel vision.
now all i find in photo folders are shadow-hidden faces and sky lines crying why.
to tell tomorrow by my yesterday is dangerous, for yesterday held nothing new and static lives are entropy defeated.
chaos and super-strings are off the wall and i've fallen from the box.
universal never find my ever after now or later.
keep on waiting, watching, turning.
circle up and circle round.
this is my lost and found.
i'm not sure what i'm looking for, but i think it's there where i haven't thought to search.
so tonight i dive my depths.
in the morning i'll start with you.