Hello from another world.
I’m feeling wistful,
as one does.

Life can be described
by too many adjectives.

Hello from out here.
Is solitude
or freedom?

I’m always making choices.
I’m a product
of choices.

Which is all to say
I’m a product of
what I was always
going to become.

Isn’t change strange?
She’s always reminding me
what was
and its distance.

Life’s fingers stretch
so far.
It haunts me.

Hello, hi.
I only hear echoes.
Come find me.