ever so often something will filter through my mind sweet and colorful twisted and curved like ribbon candy being formed as my mind slides back the way you will when walking up the downslide side of an escalator then you stop just before you reach the top
what makes it so hard to step across always turning out to be that backward slide is there something to fear that you feel exists will not simply disappear by it being denied
it's existence yet your resistance to its insistence that you must go the distance is keeping it alive
but there is always something so serene about that backward slide that feels like being suspended somewhere between life and a dream caught in a stream of consciousness. ....so
go go go go go along. along along
life has so few things to do to bring that ribbon candy...back to production
so to watch as it is taking form soft and warm sliding through stopping and starting folding and molding itself into what it will soon be a hardened memory
so maybe thats why why you always stop before that step across at the very top as if you ever could have kept those memories pliable or truth deniable
okay okay I hear you loud and clear face my fear take the ride all the way to the top and step across and be grateful that you always considered it as an escalator. and not an elevator