here today now looking who is this i see me this image it is'nt what i am used to seeing it's me yes but a distorted image of who i know i am sloping wrinkles cavernous spaces where i know a smooth terrain is supposed to be the disappointment i feel is expected but i am unprepared for the inevitable that has come.
old, a word i've avoided far too long it has grasped me by the throat and has refused to let go...