this is not the beginning of my journey, but it’s indeed a new beginning. every instant is, isn’t?
If I dare to track the very very beginning I might get lost; once upon a time, I was here=NYC and I left. I came back and I left, again and again and again and… so the story “flows”. Last year I ‘waved’ myself goodbye. -fought the city like a tight dress crushing my lungs-. -out of breath.space I flew out-. Now I am here, again… Is there another tale to be told? “Pause. Re-Play”, -she said last night. Is there another wave in? “I’d like to tryseeing”- I say today. -I might fit anotherdress catch anotherbreath find anotherspace- -, Or not- again and again and again and again.