December 12, 2020
I cannot say why this is, what it is, how it goes to be what it isn't as I see it changing constantly. The center is off. Lines don't connect. The way through no longer makes any sense. I feel lost as I feel myself going from point to point falling ever further into a past for which I have no wherewithal. I feel good this way. That makes little sense, but so what? I'm glad to have the chance to feel myself being here and no where else. It took me a lifetime to say that, and that's okay.