i am sorryfor complicating itwith so many wandering words it is all very easy if you are to doubt anythingdoubt that you cannot do everything doubt it needsto be hard doubt your limits
the worst place to be in is the same placeas last year when you saidthat this year couldn’t getany worse
i have made no sound all dayis it my turn today? still, the quiet has a pulse,the universe must hum where it is empty i stand there, caught in the brief breath,wondering what i should say,and the song finds me anyway remember this:even listening is an art,and art is mostly listening