May 12, 2019
I fight it, the unseen combatant. In a dense fog emanating from the center of my mind I distribute my options like seeds along the serpentine path. In a circle it goes. I follow. I watch. Our eyes rivet to the getting place. We spiral in slowly, inexorably driven to the moment when one of us will draw. Neither of us know how or when, yet both of us know it'll happen. The fight goes deep in both. We are tethered to each other, so we won't lose track. Though I know it is inside me, there's no getting out.