Another night
He spoke honest words to me.
I saw them for what they are.
Observations on who I was, who I am, who I will be.
I heard the sounds of a friend's voice.
I saw what he sees.
There are complications to the simplest task.
Nothing is easy.
There are no quick answers.
I am full of guilt and fear and pain.
I am full of life and love.
I have brown eyes, so I'm full of something.
What is it I want?
What is it I really want?
Who is it I am chasing?
Who is it I will become?
So many answers now.
I do not know the questions to ask.
I am an essayist with a standardized form.
I am all of the above.
I am none of the above.
