Hiatus

I saw her

And everything stopped

But I recognized

I was attracted to the moment

I didn’t know her

And I continued on

No one heard time stop

No one heard a heart that was saved

I’m tired

I’m tired

Of this age

Of knowing

I say less

But write more

And I can’t even write letters anymore

I’m just tired …

Maybe there is a hiatus

But is there a hiatus to escape from ones self?

Ones outlook?