Sticky Thoughts

Cycles / Spirals / Risk / Uncertainty Returning / Regressing / Growing (?) Not / Knowing…

To take a step toward madness, To walk into the storm; To dwell upon the vastness, And shun the blinding swarm. To slip beneath the waves, And sink into the gloom; To swim among the graves, And watch the tangles bloom…

There are no words To describe how I feel, My staggering need To burst from the shell I’ve made, or that’s been made By the world, to contain All the dreams that Struggle to break Free, to escape, To be real, To take on a shape, And find a mind Other than mine To steal.

Gotta go forward; I don’t know where I’ll end up, But here goes nothing…

Screaming inside; There’s no one who hears. Aching inside, For too many years. Frustration, inside; There’s no one who sees. Desperation, inside, The frantic disease. Inside, all inside; Appearing unstirred. Untroubled, outside; The tempest unheard.

I’m finding myself, There I am; then lost again. Where should I look now?

They say that wherever you go, there you are – “they” being, of course, that inexplicably all-knowing, strangely anonymous yet supposedly unerring font of collective human wisdom from which I would ordinarily try to take any advice with a grain of salt. After all, if they’re anonymous, how do you know whether they actually followed [...]