A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Confusion

You know what your duty is? Words are feelings. The curiosity contains the meaning and there are no misunderstandings.

I do. And I do, I do, I did. Did. Because there is time in this place, and there is place in this time. All things are not one thing, all moments not one moment. I know my duty. I know my duty. I respond with truth. There are no lies.

No misunderstanding, but there is now time. Time induces change. Is this why they cannot help themselves? When one moment is different from another, can you only tell them apart if you, too, are different?

So much to get used to. Used to, to change, to be different. To know my duty and no longer want it. I wanted it, wanted it, do not want. I am different, changed.

I felt the whisper-touch of time.

Can I change again? Be myself and not different? Would I if I could? That is the question, unasked but understood. In the now where I am myself I would do my duty without question, but in the now where I am different I would not.

Do as I command.

If I could, if I could, if I could.

I would not. Will not.

I change.



by | Mar 31, 2011