trepidation

busy
busy people

circumstance

we squeeze freedom
into the free slots of the calendar
in the cold logic of prioritization

industrious we are

for us
whose freedom
is not in navigating time
but navigating the heart

the choices of our desires
and passions

we resign from them
defeated
in acquiescence
convincing ourselves
to learn
to live
in the space of unattachment

how would you name the feeling
of looking for someone
seeking for something
with no expectation of discovery?

…absence I guess

this is no absence, friend

this is the trepidation
of tough decisions
and unease conversations
loaded on you, friend
who’s so imperfect
in your longings

indefinitely is
too small
too short
too never for us


(to Jerremy)