WHERE WOULD I BE
Behind the blind subtle whisper
of my own intentions?
It is not stopping to come closer to the world.
If I dreamed life then my fantasy would no longer catch me.
I can’t breathe with this nonsense of life that has become right.
And life knows me well.
I have to jest at the world I receive
and come to believe I am sane.
Sarah Sisson
Bindweed Magazine 