what a lovely play happening here

all these questions about past and present...
redoing,
reclaiming,
restoring...
it's getting harder and harder
for me to subscribe to any linear concept of time
i see myself contained in a cricle
spiraling inward and outward
depending on what type of progress needs to be made

of course that probbaly makes no sense
it's more like a dreeme feeling to me

it is real part of our lives
these issues, the questions
troubleshooting, mourning (in my case, grieving)

it feels sometimes as if i had not the life i did up to yesterday
now i am nothing, nobody again