We are all drawn
One way or another.
It doesn’t matter who we are
Or what we want to be.
There was a time when
My confidence would fill a room.
There are simply so many things
I so easily assume.
One is you, the other is me.
And I’ve never really lived
For just myself
I’ve live for the world and from the world.
You suggested distance and so
I plead with a distilled silence
Still I try to make it
I think I can still make it somewhere
Between here and where I’m meant to be.
– Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 