The Knot

If you asked me where I will be two years from now, I would hesitate to tell you. It's against the rules, like going back in time to tell yourself of the future. No, I would need to keep those kinds of things quiet. But... if you look closely... I am showing it. It is in my photography, my writing, my video, my stance, my dance, my gaze, the clay of the world once touched by my hands.
Do you see? Words are too often mistaken for promises, and promises are knots tied too tightly.
Like the final line of a poem, no more words.
Like the beginning of a beautiful war, you are with me.