i was asked how old i today turned and i couldn’t remember right away and first said the wrong number

i can’t speak
for anyone
else.

there are
several people
inside
of me,
all of them are
me.

i can’t speak
for all of
them,
just as
i can’t speak
for any of
you.

i speak for
myself,
one
at a time.

it’s obvious
that once life is
blatantly
on the way
out, i
will wish for
more of it.

i don’t know
when
it will end,
not yet.

i try not to
complain
too much.

i try to
have an attitude
of, at least,
neutrality.

in the morning
i sit stunned
on a cushion
upholstered
in a material of
fuzzy blue.

if i am drinking
coffee,
i drink
coffee.

sometimes
it might be tea,
room temperature
water, even
heated water.

whatever
it is,
that is
what
it is.

i sit stunned
and watch steam.
or
watch rain
on windows.
or
watch the effects
of the sun.

it’s nice to watch
wind.

you need to have
a view of things
that move,
in order to see
the wind.

it’s nice to watch
things move without
expending their own
energy.

it’s interesting to watch
the commingling.
the interdependence
of it all.

i can’t speak
for anyone
else.

i can’t speak
for all the
different versions
of me,
not at the same
time.

when i ask the
quiet and
the soft-spoken,
when i ask them
“are we all
alone?”,
they always say
“yes”.
and when i ask these
same people,
when i ask them
“are we not at all
alone?”,
they always say
“yes”.