(Today was just in of those days. The words were thick around me in the air)

Have I made to much noise again?
Did I get your attention?
I am not sure whether I wanted to
Or just wanted to sit here unnoticed.
I am not trying to disturb this universe
Just standing in the curtains 
Observing
Disappearing
Trying to desperately to fit in
But no matter what I do
I seem to stand out.

I fear I have no say.
I fear what it is I am saying.
I fear these words have their own volition
And I am the condition they pass through.
The offering
Exposing my naked skin
And it’s hidden scars.
The ones that are more felt than seen.

Have I said too much or is it never quite enough?
I type the words and it is only afterward that I find their meaning.
How can this be?
You pass right through me unobstructed.

What is the thing we are spinning towards?
And is there anyway to stop it.
The notion of control is an illusion of a stability that was never there.

This morning keeps giving.
And hopefully I can be forgiven.
What comes will come. 
Has already happened 
Was never ending
And always beginning.