life slowly slowly moves, or maybe i move through, no, no, people change, they do, dont they, they get worse, better, or maybe thejust change, get different.

meeting new people, losing new people, keeping new people, letting myself be kept.

being afraid of things.

being reckless.

i burned my hand, mu brother poured boiling water over it, it was an accident, i tore balloons for children, i gave children balloons, i ripped a piece of skin off my hand, it was an accident, i am using the pain, in my hand and in my soul to move forward, to not stop moving.

i hug someone, grow to close in that instant, let go, walk away clean, my fingers burn,

i move forward, maybe just standing still, life shifts around me changes falls up down slides.

i stand here and just step to avoid to move to function, just being, here, now, not cognitive, not important, just breathing slowly.

becoming a fixture, soon removed.