each thought that falls from my head struggles now, falters as indecision slides in, and, words.. or curves and lines and connections, physical or simple sentences strung together.. i know i am confused, now, in this, life or sleeping through it all to catch moons i'll catch them, later.

it is difficult here and i wonder a lot if i am too alone now. something seems to slip carefully around my neck and tighten just slightly with each passing day, but will it ever be too tight or will it just let go unexpectedly some day or minute or second any second now leaving me to free fall, after being so used to its presence?

it seems so profound sometimes, but i guess it's not, to say the least.. the similarities and the connections, the way one person stares off into space just as another strikes up conversations about clothing or the sun's absence.

i've noticed lately that it is when someone looks too child-like that i am drawn or, at least, enraptured for a time. it is enjoyable in a sadly contrived way to picture each person you meet as an infant, toddler, with glow'y interested eyes scouring floors and.. eating flies.

yes, munching on the little flies... peculiar little humans.