I feel tightened at the bottom of a well. A steel latter rises out but it's rusty, unsteady, and will take time to climb. Instead I lay and watch the clouds float by waiting for someone to throw me a sturdy latter with a good grip.
Monday, November 8, 2010
The NerVes of EnD
It seems of late I write of despair. I don't feel that despair is the word to pair with the feelings that have overwhelmed me. I find the word is more of disgust for the helpless stage I am in. A feeling of being trapped with no cage, yet I am bounded. A dizzy compass.
I feel tightened at the bottom of a well. A steel latter rises out but it's rusty, unsteady, and will take time to climb. Instead I lay and watch the clouds float by waiting for someone to throw me a sturdy latter with a good grip.
I feel tightened at the bottom of a well. A steel latter rises out but it's rusty, unsteady, and will take time to climb. Instead I lay and watch the clouds float by waiting for someone to throw me a sturdy latter with a good grip.
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