Sparkling dark images

strangers in my mind
the fact that everything is
as it exactly had to be
inner discussions
between my self and
the one that i thought i was
and the fingers running
behind the images of the future
we were supposed to grow
as if our hands had become infertile
-as if them had always been-
after all
i'll be waiting
confused and maybe a bit insecure
but certainly standing
right here