ダンス、ダンス、ダンス

something is amiss.

rent by dogs and other wild things, scraped clean like a melon, i have never been consumed by so much self-doubt. i feel as though i'm before some passage, before some gate... and no part of me may pass thru. every turn i take, i do my head in. i am a man split from his ghost and losing his shadow. a lemon squeezed and grated.

my mind fades. it slips out like smoke thru clasped hands.

i am tired. so tired.

but i wont give up.

i will not give in.

as flaccid as these words fall, i can not release myself to this deafening self-pity, this tape on endless loop. i have to reconcile that i dont see, think, or feel the same way as anyone. i am laying this thread alone thru the serpentines. there is strength in me still. there is still some light. some ember not yet snuffed.

i can get thru this shit even if it's blind.

one foot in front of the other. one foot in front of the other.