I’m struggling,
Stumbling like a failing tightrope walker
I turn and want to blame someone
For sabotaging the rope,
For distracting me
But there’s no one but me
I abandoned safety net and balancing pole
Instead there’s darkness waiting should I fall
There’s no way of knowing what’s down there
Should I tumble, would I crack?
Should I fall, would I break?
Should I jump, would I
Die
“I’m so unwhole. I don’t know where all the pieces of me are, how to fit them together, how to make them stick. Or if I even can.”
— Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces
"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said, Where can I put it down?"
The Glass Essay - Anne Carson
The color of my soul is a shade no one seems to like.
Streetlamp light disturbs the midnight time
Distorted shadow, running along the asphalt
It might be mine
—Albert Camus
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
— Charles Bukowski
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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