Observing the duration of silence while drowning you in my own chest. Two layers of skin. There you are. Hiding the inevitable. Silence stops before cystic decisions. Delineates a circle around its own axis. A view to the left, a view to the right. My feet are guided in the whiteness of the opportunities. I am choosing myself in order to return. Hold your strings steadily and print each step properly and faithfully. Embrace your decisions, and wrap up the departure of your return. I walk and I pause. Leaving traces I witness his calling. My precise ink fills the space. Shedding the sky. In the whiteness of a change I leave a single word.
