Only One Trail

I'm failing again. Fading?

I'm floating again.

And begin.

Livid sunrise throwing hay to the horses. Acceptance is the end of both want and regret, adapt accordingly. Tea while we talk about family. Weeds that heal, flowers that distract from the pain of not healing.

Stars that guide us.

Tell me again about the fear. 

I had to choose a direction but choosing was a pretense because the direction had already been chosen for me. 

Tell me what happened when you and _____________________  _________________________ and found your way back to _______________.

We agreed we wouldn't call it acting. 

The books Chrisoula doesn't read, the ideas she will not help me colonize. Om shanti shanti shanti. Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha. Sharanam Ganesha. 

Walk with me, star gaze with me, lay down naked with me in the dark.

Is it okay to ask for another slice of bread, it is okay to ask for another slice for bread, we want you to eat.

You see, there was only one trail through the forest, and she put it there, and it led to her, and when it led away from her, if it did, going back was all you thought about for the rest of your life.