INDECISION
I live astride the fence. Sometimes I look to the right, other times to the left. And sometimes, I look forward, my eyes tightly shut. Sometimes the noise is deafening, and sometimes it’s just a lull. But it’s always there. Words fly around like feathers in the wind, my ears catch every single one of them and sometimes I wish my hands could catch them too. Here on the fence, I can see both sides clearly. I can see the…