Silently, or suspiciously standing in one place, in between unsteady steps I take throughout the day. Waiting, even for a moment. Respite for the time being, perhaps, not even knowing why. Questioning, unquestionably, each of us continuously striving to keep moving at our own pace, Caught up in this human race, surviving, maybe thriving as we try to determine the flow we know is best. We think. A little later today, earlier for some, we all have a path; a better way, leading to better day. Moving in different directions, sometimes hastily, as required. Some of us are simply limping along. The weight on our shoulders slows us down. We must, once in a while, stop and let it settle. Far more than waiting. Unconscious thinking, our minds move, even if our feet are firmly planted. Progress not always certain, we can only hope our intentions continue propelling us further. It has to be more than hope, yet we still we try to keep it all in stride.
I hear you, more than I listen to myself. Messages of caution or concern, statements of grace, sentiment not fallen on inattentive ears.
The words we can, the words we must, the words we say. The words we trust
And this. And we, are we even comfortable with our vocabulary? Do we know or can we tell, right words from the wrong?
Conversation or confrontation, depending on your situation, those same words mean something else to someone else. It’s becomes even more difficult to tell.
The words we say. The words we hear, spell out misunderstanding. Injustice. Pain or fear
Shared experience, descriptions, details, doubt and deception at times difficult to put into words. Our emotions demand that they must.
Honesty is what it is, as it has always been, but spoken less and less more and more. It matters not how you express yourself, only that you do.
Silently, or suspiciously standing in one place, 
