She told me she lived quite presently. I saw wisdom in her
words, but knew they weren’t true for me.
I live in the future, holding my life quite literally in my own
hands, fingers splayed as far apart as
possible to try and juggle those dreams and aspirations
I don’t want to let go, even though your palm overthrows both my
hands within one
At least I remembered that
Psalm 119 vs 109: I hold my life in my hand continually, but I do not forget your law.