exploring fantasies

I have been having the strangest couple of months.

I feel out of place as though some interstitial zone has

opened up its path to me, yet I fear treading its ground.

The fear exists because of past experiences with my

nagging wayward spirit, that seems to be wanting some

respite and stability now that my hardest year is drawing

to a close.

I haven't created anything in months -until recently-and I feel

as though my heart could burst with every moment

of practiced restraint.

Of not knowing what to say and how to say it.

I am working backwards, trailing these fantasies and

memories that have become trapped and silent. Just over a year

ago I remember speaking about preservation. I crave distortion now.

I have a funny feeling about the rapidly approaching new year.

I am yearning to collaborate and cleanse my spirit and body.

I need to feel weightless again.