Personal Essays
in or out
Start here, and walk a line out of this nightfall, bereft of sanity. If I stay in the middle, surrounded by an imagined twisting maw of carnage, I won’t have any possibilities. If I want to create, it has to be away from this tight circle. If I want to show you how it feels, I need to not be concerned with your impression of my ideas.
It is a narrow path. It is bounded. Around me swirls the vulgarities of some past remorse, but self-reproach can be useful... when it isn't keeping me from walking away.
I am hesitant, because internal condemnation is a life-sentence.
It is a narrow path. It is bounded. Around me swirls the vulgarities of some past remorse, but self-reproach can be useful... when it isn't keeping me from walking away.
I am hesitant, because internal condemnation is a life-sentence.