cul-de-sac

i walk up the stairs in the dark.

it feels like the ground beneath me is crumbling. it's not bad, or even scary, it's just unstable and i find myself looking around trying to figure out what's going on. as i strain to get my footing i wonder how long the crumbling will last for and if i should just find a different place to stand. the problem is that i liked that spot, i would've preferred to just keep standing there. suddenly it seems like i'm being evicted from that path and need to go elsewhere. i'm not afraid, or even frustrated, maybe i'm just numb or simply not surprised. i'll find my way eventually, even if i'm blindfolded. i do after all... walk up the stairs in the dark.

i think one of us has me mislabeled.

she sings the songs;
the words she knows,
the tune she hums.