the window on my mind
it's from a distance.
I achieve a regression
by viewing from afar.
the subjectivity of writing
may obscure the limits of objectivity
but in writing,
the I is lost.
the person I know
the only person I know
sits as a silent muse
the words observe this person.
To write this, I must be the observer
and the observed.
To be still, and see myself.
That is regression.
That is the beauty, the tool, of writing.
This person infuriates me. Sometime pleases me.
I concentrate on the problems, perhaps wrongly.
It's easy to be critical.
The words are not harsh, they are sympathetic for the most.
To praise this person, would be to make the relationship uncomfortable.
But what if,
During these episodes of regression,
You felt you no longer knew the truth about the person?
Perhaps simply, our own narratives override the truth of who we are.
Further regression, further distance, and then I see a person, i think it's myself,
as they are, I am, free from how i wish to see them, and just as they are.