Nowhere
Fragment 51
With every choice we make, we also choose not to. There are days when I wonder at the expense of what we hold on to the things that fit in a day.
A summer full of twists and turns is coming to an end. Winds a little cooler. Blackbirds a little softer. Like our looks, saying all those things that are silenced by our lips. I count to three and see an eternity up ahead. I flinch and have to pinch myself. To see that it’s going nowhere. Like us. Once we’ve opted out.