i'm Limited

i've always had this ability to shut some people up. which is not always good. so i grew up not being reminded of the most basic human needs- to eat, sleep, rest. my friends always thought if i could do other things then there's no point reminding me of the seemingly trivial

but not lately- friends who know and see and thoughtfully remind me that i'm limited. old friends and new friends and good friends and family.

limited. that humans are finite. humans that naturally long for the infinite. humans that ask- only to ask some more. i share questions from pablo neruda's book of questions:

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress?
Dime, la rosa esta desnuda o solo tiene ese vestido?

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
Las lagrimas que no se lloran esperan en pequeños lagos?

Or are they invisible rivers that run toward sadness?
O seran rios invisbles que corren hacia la tristeza?

Am I allowed to ask my book whether it's true I wrote it?
Puedo preguntar a mi libro si es verdad que yo lo escribi?

and 316 others in 74 poems by the poet himself. questions with no exact answers. wonders of our limited yet limitless mind. just beautiful

lisnin to Wicked's For Good.
sortof readin Goquiolay vs. Sycip on limited partnerships
feelin kinda loaded and satisfied

who can say if i've been changed for the better?