Soliciting Words

Recoiling, flinching, always shy and retiring, loving life with abandon, yet standing away from others, not knowing what to say or talk about. A tender and tight feeling entering my chest when having to, living always on the edges of life in one way, yet delving totally into it through writing. Detaching from reality to travel into trails of imagination, finding my way down paths of another time. Maybe even into the future and back in just moments of time measured in rhythms and fixated through them. Placing details and all sights into the depths of interior placement, never letting go of any of it while soliciting the words that are reminders of lost lives.