Things might be happening at a slower pace. I might not be the horse of some derby race. It might even seem, I’m standing very still, I could be taking 2 forward & 1 backward step. Learning the old things in a harder & newer way, knowing the newer things in a cooler way. I’m quite certain, I moving every moment steadily.


The small dark spots in my head have inspired me to write this poem right away. These spots will last forever & I need to accept it. The form has changed & I must live my rest of life with this change. I’m working though to overhaul me to be the better version of myself.