As I awoke this morning, my first thought was that perhaps the moon wasn't quite done.

Perhaps the sun wanted just a minute more to rest, so I quietly apologized and closed my eyes.


As I began to speak, it occurred to me that perhaps the silence needed to linger a moment longer.

Perhaps my words were better left buried down deep, so I closed my eyes and let the quiet speak instead.


As I think of you, I wonder if I am capable only of hurting you. 

Perhaps if I am emptied of who I was, I can't hurt anyone again, so I close my eyes and walk a wire.


As I go day to day and feel in the way, I think perhaps the best I have to say is "I'm sorry."

Perhaps I should let myself bleed and let others lead, so I don't fight to be right and I stay out of the light.



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