Traces

The changes came after. Like most things do. Sucking on the gravity until. The knowness came in a cold briefcase. Contracts written. Signatures waiting. How can we be this simple. That the truth is what we extract from these situations. So committed to every mistake.

I think I took too long to grow up. Wasted too many years thinking reality would understand. Those people. Those questions I could never answer.

Like where was your heart when the blood shouldn't stop. Who were you then and how are you different since.

If at all.

I don't need convincing. I just need a problem to solve. The kind that hasn't an answer. That's what I love when there's nothing else. Tense the springs. Keep the pressure close. Let it scrape until sparks begin.

So many outlines to trace. None to fill in.