Each Time, I Think I'm Never Going

In Midair, Dangling Lost Above The World.

Every Book Teaches Me Something About My Process, And They Are All Challenging In One Way Or Another.

In Those First Few Hours Officially Single Again The World Seems Like It Expands, Suddenly Bigger And More Vast Now That You Have To Get Through It Alone.

N The Dark Everyone Felt The Same: The Edges Blurred. When I Think Of Myself Then, What I Was Like Two Years Ago, I Feel Like A Wound In A Bad Place, Prone To Be Bumped On Corners Or Edges. Never Able To Heal.

Right Now, Though, I Wanted Not To Think Forward Or Backward, But Only To Lose Myself In The Words.