i sputter about, half mad, half exhausted, a pinwheel run amok. between desire and disgust, i look in the mirror and finally recognize myself, i truly see myself. grizzly, barbaric, poetic soul in the trappings of a beast. my skin is is my own. there is no redemption, only the constant yearning for it, only the constant attempt. try again. fail again. try harder, fail harder.
Monthly Archives: March 2008
sunbreak
the quality of the sun never lies: it always begins with the sun, a change in the angle, the quality of warmth. the sun is very clear when it will be ready. and as I sit in it as of for the very first time I am moved impossibly to tears. It feels as if i’ve been in the dark and cold for far too long.