these are the thoughts that go through my head in mybackyard on a Sunday
afternoon when I have the house tomyself and i'm not expending all that energy
on fighting withmy boyfriend is he the one that I will marry? why is it so hard
to beobjective about myself? why do I feel cellularly alone? am Isupposed to
live in this crazy city? can blindly continued fear-induced regurgitated
life-denying tradition be overcome? where does the money go that I send to
those in need? if wehave so much why do some people have nothing still? why do
Ifeel frantic when I first wake up in the morning? why do yousay you are
spiritual yet you treat people like shit? how can you say you're close to god
and yet you talk behindmy back as though I am not a part of you? why do I say
I'm finewhen it's obvious I'm not? why's it so hard to tell youwhat I want? why
can't you just read my mind? why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you
will listen?why do I care whether you like me or not? why is it so hardfor me
to be angry? why is it such work to stay conscious andso easy to get stuck and
not the other way around? will I ever move back to canada? can I be with a
lover withwhom I am a student and a master? why am I encouraged toshut my mouth
when it gets too close to home? why cannot Ilive in the moment?