The Do

What do I do, when I don't do, what I should do? I could say I hibernate, I almost do. Lingering time with thousands of thoughts in a never-ending story. Better to run, to hide, to be on my own, when things go wild, inside. I think I do.


There was a time, when I took a lot of photos, then edited them, into either this or that. Now, when I see them, I begin to wonder: Where did that time go? How did I come to this? There was also a time, when I wrote poems I don't seem to do that either, [...]