standing again. here
the rain fell,
the frat boy took 20 minutes
to get out of a parallel parking spot.

i studied the faces
and felt no talent
in reading people anymore.
i wasn't sure whether
to measure in what they say
or to measure it
with silence.

ideas develop,
and i toss aside
objectively
what doesn't work.

and oftentimes, i'll make a mistake.

if i cannot trust myself,
then it cannot
be shared
with anyone else.

and i can't really afford to keep all these things in my head.

i began categorizing repeated images
collected in different combination
as a flow chart
of all these people in my life.

i started seeing myself again,
and offer a new explanation
to rid myself of living in the past
and start something new.

for myself.