Here I Am

I'm realizing that the more and more things become less of what they use to be, the more I become less of who I use to be and now I have found the time to redirect my attention to the bigger noise above me and not the tiny strings in my belly or in my lungs or in my throat that call out to pull all my outsides in and all my insides out.

I am returning once more to the place I use to be and the place I desire most.
If I do not look back at what I have done and what I have thought through the bits and pieces of wonderings and peculiarities, I don't think I can ever survive the most respect for myself.

Rather, I have taken myself afloat, into the most desirable of places, where there is a large gift wrapped in gold for me to never touch, but turn away from because I have realized the rhythm above my own gestures.