Which Way

Then we move back to the fact that sometimes we are never able to say what we want to say.

Why is it that we can never ask the things that we want to ask?
Why is it that we can never get to the point that is really bothering us?
In the sense that we do not have the ability to really grab hold what we are after.
In the sense that we are afraid to think about what could happen when we do, when and if we don’t.

We just linger in that other moment.
That moment in which it’s ok, but not great, that moment where it just is and it can’t be tarnished.
That one.

Or perhaps it’s just the fact that we can’t get our head out of other peoples business long enough not to have the desire to ask questions. There's always another way of looking at things.