tumeric.

we talked in almost-impossibles and drew the blueprint of better. but at this moment i am simply flat and vacant. and fear solidifies; hardens as concrete.

the truths are that i do not know. this is where i lose my way, this is where i need to know before i am far down the wrong path wrenching my lungs and rasping my tears and putting one foot in front of the other because i cannotcannotcannot stop. because it has all vanished behind me.

small steps, she said. one step, she said.
clumsy as i am, i might stumble.