December 31, 2020
I'm stretching myself out to meet myself, but the face of the day is infolding the mind of it, making it confusing for me to meet the ends slated by the sky and sea. I go to each for guidance. They feed me in their idiosyncratic ways. I'm sated, yet the following doesn't make sense to me. The more I eat, the hungrier I become. So the end can't justify the means to arrive at the beginning again. They get further apart continually. In such a stubborn fashion, I'm doing all that I can, stretching myself beyond the accepted dimensions.