Suffocation

My dilemma is that life is made of moments, of stages, of junctures of seconds.

And I abduct them from me.

And that I, therefore, can’t live the coeval

I can’t build my entity, I can’t allot my little portions, share with the rest

I experience the horrid fact that I am being amputated by myself

By my ability to hide, to shut down, to obstruct connections

and then longing for them.