Any minute now...

And it began with a subtle sense of apology to myself for what I am, and especially what I am not. Justifying my mistakes as if I'm owed anything for putting myself in a position to hate every miscalculated move I make. Stitch by stitch, I pull myself apart. Then you take a deep breath and say "Any minute now, things are going to change". Yeah, I am still running away. Wall to wall, empty like I am. How unfortunate. It's in my bones to turn my back and not feel a thing. There used to be seasons inside of my body that would radiate like Spring. My words came to me with capacity to forgive the cold in everything. Then you take a deep breath and say "Any minute now, things are going to change". Any minute now...