obsticles

from a seated position i ponder
look around and cry

familiar surroundings with unfamiliar thoughts

inside my sphere
i attempt to

connect

connect

connect

connect

it becomes tiring
i take a break and sit down

i rise again and again and again
each time thinking this time will be a conection

around a corner i'm told of someone who can see all the obsticles
how things are clear for them and

i listen
i stop and listen for that moment



back to pre post moment
back to believing there is a conection waiting for me

optimisim is tiring
it makes me cry

yet it's optimism

better than being alone on a bench