Where We Left

Where we left

The eunuchs look on the kings’ daughter, my sister. they fantasized, but I wondered if they felt anything. I dream about things I have thought, I dream about space, its emptiness or the freedom it brings. These days, my emotions fleet off my will, the gathering of the whole seems unconvincing.

I am done replying and sending these texts, may the scroll roll off the table into the fire, and burn like spirits leaving her body.

Associate now thyself with thy maker, relive the dream, where do these feelings come from, how do these doubts play out before my eyes.

I have left the maze of the Minotaur with the big belly and confusing structure. The nightmare finally ends. Am i now stronger?

Control the taste, case the feeling, ponder the path, Ian!

My craft, it’s not about what or how I play, it’s about how I feel about what I play… These feelings are not permanent, unstable as water they are. How can I make water still, quench the waves of this sea? I need it, I need to...