if faith were a mustard seed i would have planted it by now.
if faith were a car i would have lost my license somehow.
if faith was a job i'd be fired without pay, for my overtime.
if faith was a play id stubble onstage forgetting my next line.
if doubt was the ground id be standing up.
trying to get my wings.
flapping like some unseamly flamingo, able but not a visually pleasing flier.
inhabited by ghost of the past.
last man standing.
forgotten but not forgetting.
no regrets but regretting.
"caught and spinning in a wave to far out to be saved,
dazed yet not unfazed by this sense of aspiration."
to quote myself from a different space station.
earth i think ive landed.
