“Balance? It’s overrated.” –Adam Ezra
It used to be that I could rely on at least a few things
strong, bitter coffee with scavenged creamer
at least one gut busting laugh at adolescent antics
shared understanding without the need for words
I try to recreate some of it
I try to find familiarity
I try to connect without connection
Reality check:
It wasn't always easy
It didn't always work
I didn't always like it
but it was predictably unpredictable
and I knew the hours
I have lost all sense of balance
I am no longer drifting easily
but am yanked suddenly
and often without warning
back and forth
back and forth
It is not the gentle roll of a yo-yo
but the sharp snap of a rubber band
extended just to the brink
and then...
back again
The elasticity will wear over time
ultimately breaking
amyilene 