charges

I haven't felt my own presence. This always happens when I attempt to be present, in terms of the state of body and mind as a united package, in a couple of places at once. Being the chimpanzee, he said. I was angry when he said that the first time. But on second thought, insult will always be included in the chain of reactions when someone else's words affiliate with the plain simple truth about yourself.
So here I am, scratching the back of my head looking for the sign of treads I thought I had left. In times like these then, life is the effort to operate between the gaps of what is possible, even if it is well-recognized how life is not completely made up of what is possible.