An Empty Chair to the Rest of Us

The empty chair behind us is a reminder. We often see the apparitions, an outline, not etched in painting, transcribed in script. How can we look back and consider? The situations we are put in, The solutions played out by us, for us. Decided by others, no choice or chance, really. I guess, when you turn around to an empty seat in the classroom. We quickly lose our pieces even if we try, try so damn hard. It’s not that simple. Why would it be? Life would be too easy, if it were easy. Our paths are guided by the user. but it’s the disturbances in the road, the forks jammed in the crevices, the stolen vegetation spoken by the soggy-bottom rubber, even the late hoots and the early chirps, I guess, when you consider the variables, THE CHANGE We are defined not by us but by transformation, the scepter of our acquaintances. For this, I choose to write. An empty chair to the rest of us. A crack to the rested us. Walk.