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?