Thursday, April 5, 2012

Cracked pottery


This is how I feel at the present.  Parched, dry and cracked.  Yet, I still feel I am supposed to be where I am supposed to be. I simply leave it at that, for now.  


I feel worn out, yet at the same time, that I have a purpose.  It seems like a paradox, but it is not.  Perhaps it is the way in; the way to understanding what is going on here.  I do not know.  Maybe that is the point...


So, I wait; I sit.

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