The light is demanding something of us. The light is asking a question. No, it’s showing something.
And I know the answer. And yet, I won’t let myself know. I don’t know what I know.
Why should it be me? Why me? Why now? Why today? Why here, with you?
It’s about me. About who I am. And will be. It’s about today. A choice. And what am I to choose? Who am I to be?
Can I live my life without mocking what I’m supposed to be?
I’m some tiny step from … whatever. Some … turn of the head. I have to make some … adjustment.
Are you close to it, too? Do you feel it? Maybe that shouldn’t matter.
Work in Progress 