March hare

Nuthin's happenin.

The light sheds no light on my current predicament.

It's been current ever since, but it's only when you're out of the void that you sometimes miss it as you know you never want to go back.

And some never leave.

Some stay in the inner circle and never visit the rings.

There were those who sought peace in their time in order to earn the hatred of those they would abuse in subtle ways.

There was bread on the table and no time for wasting hunger.

The episodes the few sought were microcosmic: the time to step back and decide to step in made them do what they did.

Run and play and run and hide and seek and play and learn the hard way.

The redundancy in a summer's day is the delight you find to let it slip away again.

Like it or not, your parents live in you.