separated thoughts

don't ask me why I'm here right now.

as I type on this blank white square

as though I am speaking to "you."

who are you?

are you me?

time has passed,

but I haven't moved

with it.

I got stuck

somewhere

along

the

path.

I got stuck

somewhere

in

my

mind.

sometimes

I wish I could go back

to wherever I was stuck.

I wouldn't have to think

about me

anymore.

stay good(?)