Out There

I often try to organize my memories, feelings, and facts into a specific narrative, but a satisfactory description eludes me. I add and subtract, rearranging my viewpoint, trying to find the one translation, the one true combination that will explain why I am the way that I am.

Inflected Forms

Experiences happen in a blink of an eye, yet the feeling of what happened persists; acting as an undercurrent, feeding this perceived reality.