one or two. three or four.

those times when you feel how small you actually are.
where you for just a couple seconds view your surroundings as an outsider.
when you arent a part. just a set of eyes.
those times are humbling.

you realize what it is you are. and what it is you are not.
you simply exist, if only for a moment.

and then just as quickly.
youre back doing what it is you were doing.
thinking about your next move.

you continue to fade in and out of these two worlds.
these two lenses.
trying to decide which you like better.
living and doing. being a part.
or doing and seeing. observing and viewing.

im scared you know.
of that feeling.
of those words.
of the risk.
of the challenge.


its going to take awhile.



i want it to...