Monday, March 19, 2007
Far From Home
I’m trying my absolute hardest to walk straight down a long, narrow corridor. My mind is sober, but my body is dizzy; drunk. I’m bouncing off wall to wall, struggling to keep my balance. Frustration builds from a longing to get it right, rooted in weeds that I do not know, or necessarily see them, but I know that they are there.
A ball of yarn is rolled up into one big mess. I spend too much time staring. Pressure can be exerted for so long before it destroys something. Too much inward focus will cause an implosion. It’s an evil ploy I fall victim to and cannot see the proper path. Mistake after mistake, I feel so far from home sometimes, in a prison I created for myself. And I don’t know why. How aggravating…
A ball of yarn is rolled up into one big mess. I spend too much time staring. Pressure can be exerted for so long before it destroys something. Too much inward focus will cause an implosion. It’s an evil ploy I fall victim to and cannot see the proper path. Mistake after mistake, I feel so far from home sometimes, in a prison I created for myself. And I don’t know why. How aggravating…
Labels: Growing Pains
// posted by JP @ 1:28 p.m. 
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