Everything is easy if you want it to be.
You ignore, slip out, fall in.
Linger in time and time moves around you.
Nothing works. It’s nice this way.
At some point you might look ahead
there’s a pit in your stomach, there’s a pit in the wall.
Nothing needs to be done.
We’ve made it this way
If there was a want to return there would be truth
If time was not totally irrelevant then there would be truth.
The idea of slipping back in seems beautiful and terrifying
and the state of no return has flooded.
Everything is easy if you want it to be. I know. I was there.
And now everything is hard.
And I am content.
Content to live off bread.
Content to make it work.
Slip in, breathe out.
It’s exciting this way.