So much time. So little time. Time. Time. Time. The great pretender. Time and space. Temporality. Live the life you want. Responsibility. Where does motherhood leave off and personhood begin? What is the correct balance? Is there a correct balance? When love goes away where does it go? All energy is supposed to turn into something else, but what? What if love doesn’t turn to hate, or friendship, but just is gone? Gone into the dark night.
Is what I liked best
Clouds of darkness over my head
Obscuring the harshness
Imagination coursing down my wet veins
An open playing field
© 2011 Sloane Rhodes