Standing Next To Zero

I had always lived vicariously.  That's why there was nothing to report.

Now there is much news.

I keep an ancient coin from an old dead empire hanging around my neck - but not like a noose - more like a promise ring. 

I am fixing my gaze - not fixing as in "setting" - fixing as in "repairing".  The sweat from my pores is a puddled damage report. 

The reflection in my mirror is a blur from the periphery.

To rehearse is to invite later mistakes.  To improvise is to never make one. 

You take the wheel.  I'll step on the gas.