How do?

And crack that whip.

I always feel better when I move away from where I usually am

What is it like?

Like extending the rope

Pulling on elastic

Hoping you spring back but not yet

Not yet.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm holding on to something besides myself

I speak to God very quietly

In private conversation with the voice in my head

What's that you said?

Yes.

Yes, I wish I were doing better.

Questions of good and bad roam around me

Can you hurt someone by saving yourself?

Must you always communicate when you know you won't be understood?

What is growing up and setting boundaries?

My mind is a trash basket of old things and unfinished sentences

Poured out on the middle of the floor

The trash makes a new thing

I'm unsure if it's me

How do you know?