Inside voices

A collection of thoughts

And here I was

once again

on the perpetual starting line  

it makes me think of greece, my therapist says

all the half finished buildings

abandoned

two stories up

I’ve never been to greece,

but suddenly I’m scaffolding

under construction

and maybe not every structure is meant to be finished,

maybe some things are built for leaving behind

the landscape moves around me

like cardboard cutouts

an ocean view,

mountains

the scenery different

but the see-er the same

the same eyes open each morning

and soften

or harden

as the world moves around her

wherever I go,

she comes too

perpetually starting

but not over