Rewind

 Returning to thesame place, handsacross ocean, eyes wide open now. Cold crisps meskin burnsbones ache who would havethought there wasso much ‘’cold’’ in this. Sky high &wide sunriseabove cloud we hurtle throughinfinity neverseeing it. You are mindlessI am alonein this: searching alwayssearching to finda gap. Returning to thesame place as ifthis is ‘’new beginning’’ but the old clingsat the entrance: I forgotto remember how to live. Somehow I amun - mannedby this.