if you happened to run across anyone today on the street looking utterly frozen in a corner, that may well have been me. the corner i didn’t quite evade, but somehow barely eluded it.
there’s so many things i need to confront on so many fronts and they’re each kind of terrifying and liberating in their own ways. they cancel out each other. and i don’t have the vision to discern.
how can i get from here to there without help because, isn’t it supposed to come from within? i can’t even tell if there is anything in there. It just kind of musty.