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.
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