There was a tic, tic, tic in the leaves above my head
and the question of how far the sky grew
pressed itself upon me.
So I took a picture of the driveway
Thinking about some
Protagonist pressing his head against an empty window
and crying into darkness.
He made me realize that with oneself there is no trust in the world outside.
To be alone is not an outside thing,
But inside and it means trust is a path, road or gated driveway.
And sometimes… it cannot be traveled.