Found in the dusty files, an old piece, spilled at a different time, by a different person. It's bewildering the change in determination we undergo, the will to be extracted from a difficult conundrum, not that a conundrum is ever easy, and how time builds glue, a strong adhesive, where we stick to what we want, what we need, despite its impossibility. My how humans change.
It reads:
water does not stay in one place. it is in constant motion.
i have taken water as an exemplar and i will not be static.
i will move.
on.
i will move on.
i have not made any moves to remain in touch with my past, and i will not do that either.
i am looking ahead. God knows what's in it for me.
all i know is i will not linger nor try to create fragile fragmented means of communication.
this ship is no longer docked.
spilled: 4.13.2010
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