do i know the way?
hav i been here before?
where am I going?
why do i want to get there?
what do i look like?
am i big, am i small?
am i hungry, am i tall?
is that the wind blowing
is it my imagination?
do i write the script
does the script write me?
how did i get here?
how do i get back?
am i listening? am i listening?
so far, i hear nothing
so far, i feel
something in my chest--
it wants to be heard...
it wants to be heard...
it wants to be heard...

~gl xo