It isn't the happy ending Ingrid and I had dreamed up, but it's all a part of what I'm working through. The way life changes. The way people and things disappear. Then appear, unexpectedly, and hold you close.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.
Love is an emotion which does not die it disappears.
I realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I'd never be able to make my way home again. But I have no idea why.
I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.
Disappear, she says. I love that word.
Folks do not want to see a body disappear before their very eyes. Not me at least.
I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.